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“Wear the black pantsuit,” Cassia recommended. “It’s comfortable, and it looks good on you.”

“If it still fits. It’s been a while since I’ve worn it.”

Savvy had to admit that it fit perfectly. She pulled her long, curly hair back in a ponytail, put on some eyeliner, and said, “Are you ready?”

Cassia hopped on her shoulder. “You’ve got this.”

Savvy just wished that she felt as confident as Cassia sounded.

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Rory

“Who was that?” Sebastian, Rory’s brother, asked.

“Another potential nanny,” Rory said dryly.

“She’s a pretty little thing. How long do you think this one will last?”

“Hell if I know,” Rory said, finishing off his beer. “I have court tomorrow morning after I interview the prospective nanny. I need to get home and look over my notes.”

“Is it the case of the kid who had a hundred and fifty pounds of pot in his car and told the cops that he was going to a Willie Nelson concert?”

Rory laughed. “That would be the one. He wouldn’t have been caught if he hadn’t run the stop sign and then the cops noticed that he had ten air fresheners in his car. He’s a good kid who just got caught up with some bad dudes.”

“That happens sometimes,” Sebastian said, slapping his brother on the back. “Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

His mind wasn’t on the case, though, as he drove home. Savvy’s blue eyes had captivated him and her smile had sent a shock of electricity through him. He had caught her faint scent of jasmine and something else that was her essence.

She seemed very delicate and he hoped that she was up to the task of reigning in his kids. They weren’t bad kids by any means, but they were energetic. The kids were a

Five minutes before eight, the bell rang. Amy, his housekeeper, opened the door and escorted Savvy in. She looked just like a teacher. A teacher I would have hit on if I had someone who looked like her in high school.

“Good morning, Ms. Winters.”

“Good morning. Please call me Savvy.”

“Savvy it is. I’m Rory. Please have a seat.”

She handed him a couple pieces of paper. One had a list of references on it. The other was a resume.

“You’ve been a bartender at a joint in Cheyenne for the last five years. That’s a lot different than working with children.”

“True. I was working at a daycare and was supposed to get married. My fiancé was on his motorcycle and was hit by a drunk guy who ran a red light. I was overcome with grief for a long time, and I wasn’t in a good place. I quit the daycare and got a job where I didn’t have to think or worry about other people’s emotions, feelings, or well-being. However, I’ve healed and was planning on going back to the daycare I was at. I was guaranteed a job by the owner. She will tell you if you call her.”

“Thank you for your honesty. Why didn’t you go back to that daycare?”

“Conner and Beth got together and moved down here. She’s my best friend, and her daughter Taryn is like my niece. I thought that Angel’s Creek would be a great place to start my life again.”

“I see,” he said. “Conner speaks very highly of you.”

She grinned. “He’s a great guy. I love him like a brother. I was there with him, Beth, and Taryn when he got hurt.”

Rory looked at her speculatively for a few seconds. She sat in the chair, her head up, and shoulders back. She exuded confidence. At the same time, there was a calm that surrounded her.

“My hours vary. I try to be home evenings while the kids are awake. I’m a criminal defense lawyer, although I’ll do other types of law if an interesting case comes up, so sometimes I’m busy in the evenings. I also take care of any legal matters that the pack has or that pack members might be facing. I’ll hang out with the other Griffins sometimes when I can after the kids are in bed.”

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