The Nanny (The Fabulous Dalton Boys Book 1) by Kirsten Osbourne Read Free Book Online Page A

behind her.  Ashley knew she'd been rude, but she wasn't sure she could handle much longer with the other girl.  She seemed so—phony.
    Ashley walked through the bathroom to the baby's room and opened the door, but he wasn't there.  She frowned.  She left her room and walked to the kitchen.  No man and baby.  Where could they have gone?
    She heard sounds from Barrett's bedroom, and since the door was partially open, she peeked in.  There was Barrett, shirtless and sound asleep, with the baby sleeping on his chest.  The sounds she'd heard were Barrett's soft snores.
    They looked so peaceful lying there together that way.  She tiptoed into the room to get a closer look, and saw that Baby Dalton had left a pool of drool on his father's shoulder.  It was all she could do not to giggle as she tiptoed back out of the room. 
    She changed into her one piece swim suit and grabbed her iPad.  There'd been so few days since she'd arrived with no rain that she wanted to take advantage.  She got into the hot tub and read her book for a while, before going over to lay in the sun. 
    She felt a bit guilty for enjoying herself while her employer napped with the baby, but really?  It was his kid not hers.
     
    *****
     
    Barrett woke with a start, realizing he should have worked on dinner while the baby slept, rather than offering himself up as a sacrificial bed.  He swung his legs out of bed, while cradling the baby to his chest.  He put the baby into his bassinet before heading off to the kitchen to cook dinner for Ashley. 
    An idea had formed in his mind earlier, and he was going to broach it with her.  It was a brilliant idea if he did say so himself, but he'd have to wait until dinner to do it.
    When Ashley wandered in from the pool area, the smells of dinner were already filling the wing.  She went to her room and changed, and heard Baby Dalton crying.  She rushed to him, changing his diaper and scooping him out of bed.  She knew Barrett was in the kitchen making dinner, and she was more than willing to help.
    She went into the kitchen and fixed a bottle for the baby, not saying a word to Barrett who was at the stove mumbling under his breath about something.  Did the man always talk to himself?
    He jumped at the snap of the microwave door closing.  "No, it's your day off.  I've got it!"
    Ashley shook her head.  "I had most of the day off, and I like taking care of the baby.  It's not a problem.  You cook, and I'll feed."
    Barrett frowned down at her.  He didn't want to take advantage of her generous nature.  Of course, if she accepted his offer, it wouldn't matter so much.
    "All right," he finally said, turning back to the stove. 
    By the time she had fed and bathed the baby, putting him back in his bassinet, Barrett had dinner ready.  She joined him in the kitchen again, thrilled to have another of his home cooked meals.  "How can I help?"
    "All done.  Just sit and let me serve it." 
    "You're going to spoil me if you keep this up," she said with a grin. 
    "I have a feeling you could do with a little spoiling," he told her.  He slid a plate in front of her. 
    She looked down at it, again amazed by all he put into it.  A pork roast, with a thick sauce, broccoli, and a twice baked potato.  She had skipped lunch, having a feeling dinner would be heavy.  "I'm going to put on ten pounds if you keep feeding me like this."
    He looked at her, his eyes heavy lidded.  "You'd still be sexy to me."
    The look on his face sent warmth flooding to her stomach and between her thighs.  There was just something about this man that kept her constantly worked up.  "I'm not sure if that's what we should be going for here," she said with a half-smile. 
    "Well, that's true," he said.  "But maybe it is."  He took a bite of his meat and chewed slowly, deciding now was as good a time to talk to her about his idea as any.  "I've been thinking."
    "Are you sure that's a wise thing to do?" She took a bite of her food,