Rags To Riches Collection. Rebecca WintersЧитать онлайн книгу.
cap she’d have recognized the local celebrity who’d put Dutchman’s Creek on the map. In his younger days he’d been a daredevil downhill skier, winning several Olympic medals and enough product endorsements to make him rich. Coming home to Colorado he’d bought Wolf Ridge, a run-down resort that was little more than a hangout for local ski bums. Over the past fifteen years he’d built the place into an international ski destination that rivaled Aspen and Vail in everything but size.
That much was public knowledge. Discovering the details of his private life had taken some digging. But what Leigh learned had confirmed that she needed to be here today. There was no guarantee she’d be hired for the nanny job. But either way, she had to take this masquerade as far as it would go.
Right now, everything depended on her playing her cards carefully.
“Satisfied?” She slid the signed contract back across the desk. “I’m not looking for a story. I’m looking for a job.”
“Fine. Let’s see how it goes after we’ve talked.” He slid the baseball cap off his head and raked a hand through his thick, gray-flecked hair. He’d be a little past forty, she calculated. His athlete’s body, clad in jeans and a gray sweatshirt, was taut and muscular, his strongly featured face scoured by sun and wind. His eyes were a deep, startling Nordic blue. The year he’d won Olympic gold, a popular magazine had named him as one of the world’s ten sexiest men. From the looks of him, he hadn’t lost that edge.
It was public record that he’d been divorced for more than a decade. He looked as virile as a bull and, along with that, was certainly rich enough to have women falling at his feet, but he’d managed to keep his sex life out of the public eye—though, of course, in a small community like Dutchman’s Creek there was always talk. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t here to become one more notch on Wyatt Richardson’s bedpost.
Although the notion did trigger a pleasant sort of tingle between her thighs.
“Tell me about the baby,” she said.
“Yes. The baby.” He exhaled slowly, as if he were about to wade into battle. “My daughter’s. She’s sixteen.”
“You have a daughter?” Leigh feigned surprise.
“Her mother and I divorced when she was young. I didn’t see much of her growing up, but for reasons I won’t go into now, Chloe and the baby will be staying with me.”
“What about the father?” Her pulse shot to a gallop, the pressure hammering against her eardrums. She willed her expression to remain calm and pleasant.
“Chloe won’t give me a name. She says he’s history. I take it he’s just some boy she met while she and her mother were living here. But if I ever get my hands on the little bastard...”
One powerful fist crumpled the baseball cap. He released it with a muffled sound that could have been a sigh or a growl.
“That’s the least of my worries now. Chloe insists she wants to keep her baby. But she doesn’t know the first thing about being a mother. Lord, she’s barely more than a baby herself.” His cerulean eyes drilled into Leigh’s. “The nanny who accepts this job will be taking care of two children—the baby and his mother. Do you understand?”
Leigh had begun to breathe again. “I believe I do, Mr. Richardson.”
“Fine. And please call me Wyatt.” He rose, catching up the briefcase and jamming the cap back onto his head. “Let’s go.”
“Go where?” She scrambled to her feet as he strode around the desk.
“I’m taking you to the hospital to meet Chloe. If she thinks you’ll do, I’ll be willing to hire you for two weeks’ probation. That should give me time to find someone else if things don’t work out. We can discuss salary on the way back here.”
Two weeks. High heels teetering, she struggled to keep pace with his strides. Next to a long-term job it was the best she could hope for. And even if he didn’t hire her she’d at least get to see the baby.
“My vehicle’s around back.” He paused to hold the door for her. The October sun was blinding after the dim hallway of the small office building. Beyond the town, the mountain slopes were a riot of green-gold aspen, scarlet maple and dark stands of pine. The light breeze carried a whisper of winter to come—the winter that would bring snow to the mountains and skiers flocking to the high canyon runs.
“Careful.” His hand steadied her elbow, guiding her around a broken piece of the asphalt parking lot. She could feel the power in his easy grip—a grip that remained even after they’d passed the danger spot.
She’d half hoped he’d be driving a sports car. But the only vehicle in the back parking lot was an elephant-sized black Hummer with oversized snow tires. “Sorry about the behemoth,” he muttered. “This is my snow vehicle. My regular car’s getting a brake job.”
When he opened the passenger door for her, Leigh realized that the floor was thigh-high. There was no step, just a grip handle on the frame inside the door. There was no way she could climb up without making a spectacle of herself in the pencil skirt and high heels she’d worn to look professional for the interview. Maybe she should’ve worn jeans and hiking boots.
He stood behind her, saying nothing. For heaven’s sake, was the man waiting for her to hitch up her skirt and give him a show?
Glancing back, she shot him an annoyed look. “If you wouldn’t mind...”
His chuckle caught her off guard. “I was waiting for you to ask. If I were to just grab you, I’d be liable to end up getting slapped.”
With that, he scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. Her breath stopped as his strong hands lifted her high and lowered her onto the leather seat. The subtle heat of his grip lingered as she fastened her safety belt. Her pulse was racing. As he strode around the vehicle and swung into the driver’s seat, she willed herself to take deep breaths. Wyatt Richardson was a compellingly attractive man, capable of making her hormones surge with a glance from those unearthly blue eyes. But Leigh knew better than to go down that road. Let him get close enough to discover the truth about her, and she’d be up the proverbial creek.
And she wouldn’t be the only one in trouble.
As the engine purred to life, she settled back into the seat. “So your daughter’s in the hospital. When did she have the baby?”
“Yesterday morning. An easy birth, or so I was told. She and the baby are doing fine. They should be ready to leave sometime tomorrow.”
“What about the girl’s mother? Is she in town to be with her daughter and see her grandchild?”
He winced as if she’d stuck him with something sharp. “Her mother’s in Chicago with her new husband. Evidently the marriage is on shaky ground. That’s why she chartered a plane for Chloe last week and sent her to me.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s monstrous.”
“Don’t judge her too harshly. The situation has us all thrown. I didn’t even know Chloe was pregnant till the girl climbed out of a taxi and rang my front doorbell. Frankly, I’m still in shock.”
And what about your poor daughter? Leigh thought it but she didn’t say it. For now, at least, she’d be wise to tread lightly.
He turned onto the side road that led to the county hospital. “I didn’t mean to dump all this on you before you met the girl. But at least you’ll know what you could be getting into. Chloe’s been through a devil of a time. And aside from taking her in and hiring somebody for the baby, I don’t know how to help her through this.”
“It sounds as if you care, at least. That should count for something.”
A bitter laugh rumbled in his throat. “Say that to Chloe. She’ll tell you that my caring’s come about fifteen years too late.”
He swung the Hummer into the parking lot and