The Nanny Who Kissed Her Boss

“I could try it. If nothing else, I’ll stick through the San Francisco portion. If it is untenable you’ll be on your own for the hiking part. But you’d be with her there and really not need a nanny.”

He nodded. “I can handle that. It’s not what I want, but if it’s the best you’ll offer, I’ll take it. And hope you change your mind by the time we leave San Francisco.”

“We don’t always get what we want,” Savannah said, rising. “I’ll meet you at the airport on Monday. What airline and flight? I imagine the next few days will prove challenging.” In more ways than dealing with his daughter.

“I think getting her away from her mother will be the best thing for her. I haven’t told her yet there’s no cell service in the mountains,” Declan said, his expression one of bewilderment and frustration.

“Won’t that be fun when she finds out,” Savannah said. She studied Declan, seeing his frustration beneath everything. It would prove interesting to see how he handled his daughter.

Savannah hadn’t known her own father; he’d died when she was very little. But she’d have loved to have had a father like Declan, good-looking, successful and obviously concerned about his daughter.

Suddenly she hoped the trip would go as planned for his sake.

She walked to the door as he rose and followed her. She could almost feel the vibrations between them. Time and distance—that’s what she needed.

He looked at her and caught her gaze, lifting an eyebrow in silent question.

She looked away, too many memories.

“We leave from JFK at ten, arrive in San Francisco shortly after noon.” He gave her the airline and said he could have a car pick her up.

“Not necessary, I’ll be there.”

She reached the door and ventured one more look at him. “Strictly business, right, Declan?”

“Absolutely. Do you want to go over the itinerary before you go?” he asked.

Savannah hesitated again, then shrugged. “I guess.” Every instinct clamored for her to leave, but curiosity got the better of her.

“I have brochures and maps on the dining-room table,” he said. “Jacey, come in here, please. I want to show you something.”

Jacey came out of her room by the time Savannah was seated. A couple of maps were spread out on the table, a scattering of brochures nearby. Jacey sat opposite Savannah while Declan took the head seat.

“We’ll fly to San Francisco Monday. We’re staying right in the heart of the city. I’ll take you both with me to check in with the store and get our hiking gear. Want to do anything special after that?” he asked Jacey.

When she merely shrugged, he turned to Savannah.

“There’s so much to San Francisco. I think Jacey would enjoy the wharf, especially Pier 39. Then there’s the crookedest street in the world, everyone should see that. We can walk down or drive, it’s like a corkscrew. Chinatown’s fun. And we have to ride the cable cars.”

She tried to put as much enthusiasm into the suggestions as she could. She watched Jacey as she spoke, wondering if anything would spark her interest.

“There’s also some fabulous shopping around Union Square,” she added.

“New York has fabulous shopping,” Jacey spoke up.

Savannah nodded. “If you know where to shop.”

“You don’t like my clothes?” Jacey immediately took up the challenge.

“Not at all,” Savannah said.

Declan frowned at her.

“What? I’m supposed to pretend I do when I don’t? One thing I insist upon is absolute honesty with children,” Savannah said. Time this teen learned not everyone would kowtow to her behavior.

“If you’re so honest why not say you’re interested in my dad and that’s why you’re going?”

Savannah burst out laughing. “Oh, no, you have that wrong. I’m the reluctant one on this trip”

Jacey looked at Declan, her expression puzzled. “Why?”

“Various reasons. Anyway, I’ll be glad to show you some of the attractions in San Francisco while your father’s working. You can pick or I will,” Savannah said.

“Whatever,” Jacey mumbled, staring at the map.

“So we buy lots of stuff at your San Francisco store,” Savannah said, changing the subject and looking at Declan. “I have my own boots. I don’t need new ones. But a few new tops and cargo pants wouldn’t hurt.”

“I don’t have anything like that. I don’t want to go hiking,” Jacey said.

“We’ll have a couple of days in San Francisco, and we’re ending the trip at a resort in the mountains. You’ll need clothes for that, too,” Declan said.

Jacey looked bored, her gaze on the map in front of her.

Savannah nodded at the maps. “Show us where we’ll be hiking.”

Declan rose and leaned over the map of California, showing where San Francisco was and Yosemite National Park. He drew a marker along the Pacific Crest Trail showing where it became the John Muir Trail in Yosemite.

“It’s a high elevation,” Savannah murmured, following as he pointed it out.

“Some of it’s above ten thousand feet. And we’ll have higher peaks surrounding us.”

“Where are we staying?” Jacey asked, leaning forward to look.

“Camping out on the trail. We’ll backpack our stuff—clothes, tent, sleeping bags, food, everything. This is true wilderness. But the resort is here,” Declan said, pointing to a spot on the map not too far from Yosemite National Park.

Jacey pulled out her cell phone to check it. “Mom should be calling me,” she said.

“Maybe your mother has already started her summer,” Declan said.

“What does that mean?” she asked suspiciously.

“She obviously had plans this summer that didn’t include you. Why else would you be here for three months?”

“She likes to have me there.”

“I know she does. But she’s an adult and would like some time to herself,” Declan said.

“She can’t do much. She has to work all the time. We don’t have money for extras,” Jacey said.