Adam said nothing, still staring ahead at the snow-covered road. Unlike Kitty’s rental car, his truck was prepared for the winter, with snow chains on the tyres and an engine tuned for the conditions.
‘I work for Everett Klein,’ she continued. ‘I’m sure you’ve heard of him. He’s staying with his parents for the holidays, up in the mountains.’
‘I’ve heard of him,’ Adam mumbled, his stomach dropping at the mention of Everett’s name. He hadn’t realised they were flying a nanny in. That’s what he got for avoiding his brother like the plague. As soon as Everett and his wife had arrived – in a huge black Escalade that was totally out of place in the mountains – Adam had holed up in his cabin down by the lake, deciding to wait their visit out. He’d had enough of them when he’d been in LA, and their presence in Cutler’s Gap was making him furious. A good reason to keep away until they’d all left town.
He wasn’t planning on changing his mind now, so when he reached the gates of the big house he pulled the truck to a stop and put the parking brake on. The sooner he got rid of this girl the better.
‘You can get out here, the house is just around the bend,’ Adam said sharply, pointing at the drive, recently cleared of snow. When Kitty hesitated, he leaned across her and pulled the passenger door open. ‘Don’t worry, the walk won’t kill you.’
‘But it’s dark out there.’ She stared at him for a moment before twisting around and climbing out of the truck. Before she slammed the door shut, she leaned towards him, anger flashing in her eyes. ‘I’d like to thank you for your help,’ she began, waving him off when he tried to reply. ‘But I can’t. Because even though you look like a gentleman, you’re clearly anything but.’
With that she gave a huff and turned on her heel, walking determinedly along the driveway. Adam watched her go, his lips twitching when she stumbled. The way her taut calf muscles flexed beneath the clinging denim when she tried to stay upright didn’t escape his notice.
They were just legs. Long, sexy legs. The kind of legs that could drive a man crazy.
For a moment he considered getting out and offering her some help, but then he remembered who she worked for and nixed that idea. She may have been pretty – but her boss was a bastard that Adam never wanted to see again. So he started up the truck and drove down the winding track that led to his ramshackle cabin, leaving all thoughts of the soaking wet blonde far behind him.
Kitty muttered angrily to herself for the entire walk up the driveway, still fuming over the bearded man and the way he’d treated her. OK, so at least he’d stopped to help, and he’d offered her
a lift to the Kleins’ house, but he didn’t need to be so rude about it. As for not taking her right to the house in the dark, especially when he knew she was wearing these shoes, that was nothing but cruel.
Just as well she would never see his stupid face again, even if she’d liked what she’d seen. What a miserable, angry, handsome man he was. Why were the good-looking ones always such arseholes?
When she reached the stone steps that led to the porch-covered entrance, Kitty bent down and pulled her wet shoes off, the cold air whistling around her icy feet. Her bare soles pressed against the cold floor as she stood in front of the huge front door.
According to Mia Klein’s breathless monologue a few days earlier, the house was over a hundred years old. Purchased by Everett’s parents in the early 1950s, they’d lovingly restored the dilapidated colonial building, making it into a home for their growing family.
Now, though, it was just the two of them, along with the old woman who took care of the house. Mia had explained that the family took the trip east every Christmas, but this year their plans had been hampered by the older Mrs Klein’s recent accident – she’d slipped on the icy steps and had broken her hip. That was why Kitty’s presence was so necessary; Everett and Mia had a lot of meetings and events to attend in nearby Washington, DC, and usually his mother looked after Jonas for them. But that plan wouldn’t work without her being able to walk.
Kitty hadn’t asked whether the Kleins had thought about curtailing their social engagements as a result of the accident – it wasn’t her business, after all, and this unfortunate incident might just turn into a good thing for her. She really couldn’t afford to look a gift horse in the mouth.
No, her job wasn’t to question. It was to look after Jonas so well that Everett Klein wouldn’t think twice about giving her a great write-up. Or even an internship. Now that would be nice.
Wiggling her thawing toes, she reached up for the doorbell. Pressing it twice, she could hear the chimes reverberate through the hallway and beyond. A shadow cast across the door, and when it opened, a smiling lady was standing there.
‘Miss Shakespeare? I’m Annie Drewer, the housekeeper.’ Annie pulled the door wider, gesturing for Kitty to come in. ‘I didn’t hear your car.’
Kitty stepped across the threshold. The warm air hit her skin immediately, stripping away the frozen chill. She closed her eyes for a moment, savouring the heat.
‘I had an accident,’ she told the housekeeper, sliding her bag from her shoulder. ‘The car’s a write-off, I had to leave it. I need to call the rental company and arrange for it to be picked up.’
‘Oh my dear, are you all right?’ Annie pulled Kitty at arm’s length, looking her up and down. ‘It can get so dangerous out there in the winter.’
Her kind concern brought tears to Kitty’s eyes. ‘I killed a deer,’ she said, her voice wobbling. ‘Then some horrible man drove me here, but he made me walk up the driveway in these.’ She pointed to the misshapen loafers still grasped in her left hand. ‘And now I’ve remembered that all of my clothes and my other shoes are still in that stupid car and I’ve absolutely nothing to wear.’ With that, Kitty started to cry. The tears were unexpected, surprising her as much as they surprised Annie. Kitty wasn’t one to cry at just anything, but it wasn’t often she killed a poor deer, then got it in the neck from an arrogant bastard.
The woman clicked her tongue, pulling Kitty close, rubbing her back in reassurance. ‘There, there, let Annie make you a warm cup of coffee.’ Putting her arm around Kitty’s shoulders, the housekeeper led her down the long tiled hallway. ‘There’s a fire in the kitchen, you can take the chill off your bones there. Soon you’ll be feeling as right as rain.’
‘You’re English.’ Kitty’s eyebrows lifted with surprise. Though Annie’s accent was mellowed by years of living in West Virginia, she still couldn’t disguise her roots.
‘Born and bred,’ Annie agreed as they walked into the kitchen. ‘I came over for a year in 1970, met a boy and never went back.’
The kitchen was warm and spacious, the windows facing out to the blue-black skyline . Kitty stared out of the glass, looking at the floodlit lawn which led to a dark wooded area that faded to nothing. The house was built on the side of the mountain, where the land sloped down to Cutler’s Gap. Following Kitty’s gaze, Annie told her that there was a big lake in the foothills – a large expanse of water where the Klein children had all learned how to swim.
‘I’ve arranged for your cases to be picked up,’ Annie said, sliding a steaming mug of coffee in front of Kitty. ‘And I’ve let the younger Mrs Klein know you’re here. She and the rest of the family are at the hospital, visiting with Mary. She’s the older Mrs Klein. She should be coming home soon.’
Kitty took a sip of the hot, bitter liquid. The heat radiated through her as soon as she swallowed, defrosting her from her stomach upwards.
‘Is Jonas there, too?’ Kitty asked.