A Baby by Easter

“She’s been asking Susannah questions about the baby all day.” Connie chuckled. “She’s very excited.”

“Connie.” David frowned as he struggled to find the right words. “I’m sure Susannah is a nice person. And I’m guessing something bad landed her here, but—”

“Something bad? You could say that,” Connie said, her voice harsh. “She married a guy she thought loved her. When he found out she was pregnant, he told her they weren’t actually married at all and he kicked her out.” She smiled grimly. “Susannah has a long history of those she trusts letting her down, so much so that she doesn’t believe she’s worthy of love.”

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say.

“Give her a chance, David,” Connie pleaded. “Susannah’s smart, she’s funny, but most of all, she is good for Darla. Isn’t that the kind of caregiver you want?”

What he wanted was a stranger, someone with no ties to him, who would come in, do her job and leave without affecting him. Susannah was beautiful, he’d already noticed that. And she was pregnant.

There would be complications if he hired her. Lots of them.

I don’t have to get personally involved, other than making sure she’s medically fit for work and that she can handle Darla. There’s no need for me to treat Susannah Wells as anything more than an employee.

Somewhere in the recesses of his brain David heard mocking laughter.

Like he hadn’t already noticed her intense eyes, fine-limbed figure or model-perfect face.

“David?” Connie’s voice prodded him back to reality.

Laughter, sweet and carefree, floated into the family room from the courtyard. Susannah. She stood in a patch of light, gilded by the silvery beams, her delicate features faintly pink from the exertion of tossing a ball. She looked the same age as Darla.

“How old is she?” he asked.

“Twenty-two. Just.” Connie frowned. “Does her age matter?”

Three years older than Darla. And about to be a mother.

“Come on, Darla,” Susannah cheered. “You can throw it all the way from there. I know you can.”

And Darla did.

“I’ll give her a trial period of two weeks,” David told Connie. “If she finds the work too hard or Darla too difficult, she can back out. I just hope Darla doesn’t change her mind and blow up.”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen, David.” Connie laughed. “Just look at the two of them.”

Susannah and Darla stood together, arms around each other’s waists as they watched Silver dive into the pool. Susannah said something to Darla, who was now clad in a swimsuit. When had that happened?

David jumped to his feet. Darla was scared of water. She panicked when it closed over her head and after being rescued, always took hours of calming. And then came the nightmares.

“No!” he yelled.

But he was too late. Darla jumped into the pool. The water closed over her body. David rushed outside, furious that he hadn’t been paying enough attention. He saw her black swimsuit sink to the bottom and yanked off his shirt.

“Wait.” Susannah pulled on his arm. “Give her a chance.”

“She hates it,” he hissed. “She freezes underwater.”

But after what seemed an eternity, Darla resurfaced and began to move, pushing herself across the pool until she reached the other side. She grabbed the side, gasping for air but grinning.

“I did it.” She pumped her fist in the air. “Did you see, Susannah? I did it.”

“I knew you would.” Susannah smiled at her, watching as Darla darted through the shallow water to chase Silver. “You have to believe in her, David,” she murmured. “Otherwise, how will she believe in herself?”

Then Susannah turned away, found a lounger and sank into it, her attention wholly focused on the pair in the pool.

She was right.

That was the thing that shocked David the most. This girl, seven years his junior with no training, not only saw Darla’s potential but helped his sister find it.

He walked toward her.

“I’d like to offer you a job,” he said. “But only if you are checked out by a doctor and he okays you to work with Darla. It would be only a few hours a day with perhaps some time on Saturdays.” He told her how much he was willing to pay.

“There’s a catch, isn’t there?” Susannah said after a long silence, during which she studied him with those intense green eyes. “What is it?”

David didn’t hesitate.

“Every activity you plan has to be approved by me,” he told her.

“Every one?” She smiled. “Wow, you are a control freak, aren’t you?”

“I insist on keeping my sister safe,” he said firmly. “That’s my condition.”

“I see.” Susannah’s scrutiny didn’t diminish. After a long silence she frowned. “Did you ever consider that you might be keeping her too safe?”

“No.” He wasn’t going to start out with her questioning his rules. “I’d like to start with a trial period of two weeks. Do you want the job or not?”

She kept him waiting, a blond beauty whose pink cheeks had been freshly kissed by the sun. Finally she nodded once. “Yes.”

“Good. As soon as you get the doctor’s approval, you can start.” He turned to leave.

“I have a condition of my own.”

He wheeled around, frustrated by the way she challenged him. “Which is?”

“When you disagree with my suggestions, and you will disagree,” Susannah said, her smile kicking up the corners of her pretty lips, “will you at least try to understand that I’m making them for Darla’s benefit?”

What did she think—that he was some bitter, angry, power monger who had to lord it over everyone to feel complete?

“I’ll listen,” David agreed, staring at her midriff. “As long as you promise you won’t take any undue chances.”

“With the baby?” Her face tightened. “No,” she said firmly. “I want my baby to be healthy. I won’t risk anything for that. That’s one thing I don’t intend to mess up.”

“Then we have a deal.”

David turned and walked away.