A Better Father (Harlequin Super Romance) Read Online Free

joking,
right?”
    “No, I’m not. Because, of the two of you, she is the one with
the education and experience to meet the guidelines for the position of camp
director. She might not be happy with you, Sam, but she loves this camp too much
to do anything that would be detrimental to its continued operation.”
    “Whoa. Time-out.” He made a T with his hands, then leaned
forward. “Are you saying I need to keep her on for the whole summer?”
    “No, not necessarily. If you can find someone else with
twenty-four weeks of supervisory experience and an appropriate degree, who isn’t
already committed to another camp, well, then, of course you could let her go
with a generous severance package. But considering it’s already June, I would
say you don’t have much hope of that.”
    “I’m not trying to get rid of her.” At least, not officially.
“Heck, she’s been here this long, she’s earned the right to stay as long as she
wants. But...” His words trailed away as he imagined juggling a new job, a new
role as single parent, a custody suit and Libby, all at the same time.
    Live the goal.
    Myra’s voice cut through his sudden disorientation. “I know it
will be awkward, what with your history and all. But the time will pass faster
than you realize. Once camp ends and the facilities are used for retreats and
such, well, even you are qualified to run those.”
    “Gee, thanks.”
    “But I want your word that Libby will have a job here as long
as she wants one.”
    Myra was absolutely right to look out for Libby’s best
interests. But it was obvious from the reception he’d received that Libby bore
him even less goodwill than he’d anticipated. Totally deserved. Totally
understandable. Totally terrifying.
    “Myra, I’m not sure—”
    “Your word, Samuel.”
    Ah, crap. She’d played the Samuel card. He sighed, knowing from
long-repressed experience that once she started in with the full names, there’d
be no backing down. He would just have to find a way to skate around this.
    Did he want Libby to stay? No. He was juggling enough already
without adding a resentful assistant to the mix. But he needed to play this
carefully, to find a way to either get back in her semigood graces or have her
decide on her own to leave before life could become any more complicated.
    At the moment, though, he needed to move forward with his
deal.
    “You have my word.” He extended his hand. Her gaze skittered
from his palm to his face, no doubt taking his measure. He refused to blush or
look away. At last she accepted his offer with a quick shake.
    “Fine, then,” she said. “Be a dear and call Libby in, would
you, please?”
    There was no logical reason why those simple words should have
him worrying again, but he’d learned long ago that intuition was often a great
substitute for logic. As he walked to the door and called to Libby, he did a
quick mental run-through of everything he had said or done since entering the
office. Nothing made him want to slap himself on the forehead, so he was
probably fine.
    Of course, if Myra was factoring the kid he used to be into the
equation, he was doomed.
    * * *
    L IBBY KEPT HER HEAD HIGH and nodded to Sam as she entered the office. He answered with a mock bow.
Cute.
    “Sam, you left the door open. Please close it, and, Libby, sit
down, dear.” Myra waved toward the desk chair as if Libby hadn’t sat there every
working day for the past twelve years.
    She perched on the edge of the seat so she was facing only
Myra. “There’s something I need to know,” she said before Myra could begin. “I
understand your position. You have to sell. But is this a done deal, or is there
time to make any modifications to the agreement?”
    Myra’s chair creaked as she leaned back and gave Libby the
shrewd look that she knew meant they were probably thinking along similar
lines.
    “That’s interesting. We were just discussing a further
condition of the sale.”
    “So changes can still be