There with You (Adair Family 2)

If it was the latter, which I suspected it was, it meant he didn’t trust me.

Great.

I really had my work cut out for me.

4

Thane

As he followed Gordanna Redburn through the bifold doors at the back of the house and onto the decking, Thane wondered who was interviewing who here.

“The children being abed at this hour will not do,” she commented as she walked down the steps into the back garden. “We’ll keep school hours at the weekends too.”

“I don’t need you at the weekend.” Or at all. He glowered at her back.

The young woman was buttoned up so tight, it was difficult to believe she was only twenty-three. And it wasn’t her conservative clothing or the prim bun she wore; it was her pinched mouth and militant demeanor.

Thane groaned inwardly in despair. Gordanna had come all the way from Cornwall for this interview. She was the tenth person he’d interviewed for the job of live-in nanny housekeeper, and she was the tenth person he was going to have to reject. It was incredibly difficult to find someone who wanted to live in such a remote part of Scotland, and Thane was quickly losing the luxury of being picky.

He’d never considered Caelmore that remote, considering Ardnoch was right next door and was a famous village. But to those used to large towns and cities, the Highlands were somewhere you visited for the scenic beauty, not a place most would consider settling down. Most people needed to be near large hospitals, vet services, shops, restaurants, and convenient amenities, not to mention excellent Wi-Fi and phone signals. Those weren’t bad here; they just weren’t the best.

Living somewhere that required patience and effort in exchange for the stunning surroundings? That compromise wasn’t for everyone.

Including decent nanny housekeepers. This one hadn’t referred to Eilidh and Lewis by anything but “the children” since her arrival.

Thane was screwed.

“But … I thought this was a live-in position?” Gordanna frowned at him.

“Yes, it is.” The guest annex was perfect for whomever got the position because it even had its own kitchenette. “But I don’t work at the weekends and would like to spend all that time with Eilidh and Lewis, which means you’d have your weekends to yourself.”

Her perturbed expression was almost comical. Apparently, it had never occurred to Gordanna Redburn to have a social life.

She harrumphed and turned on her heel again, marching toward the cliff’s edge. “This fence will never do!” she called over her shoulder to be heard against the wind. His agitation grew. Already this interview was taking twice as long as he’d hoped, and he’d told her taxi driver to wait on her. The meter was ticking—the meter he was paying for.

“Excuse me?” he said as he neared. “What about the fence?”

Gordanna scowled at him as she gestured at his safety fence. “It’s ridiculous to have something so flimsy as a guard between young children and a cliff’s edge.”

Thane narrowed his eyes at her scolding tone. How dare a young woman barely out of school reprimand his parental skills? “I’m an architect, Ms. Redburn. Trust me when I say this is a sufficient safety fence.”

From the moment she’d arrived, she’d picked apart his house, ordering all the changes that would need to be made to make it safe for the children who had lived in it their whole lives without it ever harming them.

“He’s right, you know,” a familiar voice said.

Both he and the annoying candidate turned to see Regan Penhaligon standing on Lachlan’s lawn. The American and her attractive dimples had appeared as if out of nowhere. “About the fence being safe,” Regan continued. “I tried to throw myself over it last night, and it morphed into a Transformer that saved me and then offered a therapy session.”

Trying not to laugh at her utter weirdness, Thane chanced a glance at Gordanna. She looked far from amused as she ran her eyes over Regan and raised an eyebrow. Regan wore a dress much like the one she’d worn yesterday. Conservative neckline. Not very conservative hemline.

Just like yesterday, she was barefoot, her toenails painted a bold red.

Regan’s amusement fled at Gordanna’s perusal, and she crossed her arms and glowered at the young woman as if to say, “Problem?”

“You are?” Gordanna asked, as if she had the right to know.

“Thane’s going to be my sister’s brother-in-law.”

“And do you have a name?”

Good Christ, this woman was a trip.

“Regan. Yours?”

“I’m Gordanna Redburn.” She held out a hand to Regan. “I’m the children’s nanny housekeeper.”

Uh, what? Thane turned to her, clearing his throat as he prepared for the coming awkwardness. “Ms. Redburn, there seems to be a misunderstanding. This is just an interview.”

She dropped her hand before Regan could take it. “I assumed since I’d traveled all the way from Tintagel that this was all just a formality.”

“No. It’s an interview. And I paid for your travel expenses and accommodation.”