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like Meg. That Ph.D. she was sporting, the expertise she hadn’t been able to keep from spouting—those were like detour signs telling him to go in a different direction to avoid the kind of problems he’d encountered before. No matter how attractive Meg Perry might be, the last thing he wanted was another brain-meets-brawn situation with any woman.
    And yet, even as he was telling himself that, he was standing at the foot of the sleigh bed picturing Meg Perry stretched out on the mattress…
    It was that red hair, those eyes, the warmth in that smile that he just couldn’t get out of his head…
    But those things aside, he was betting that Miss Age-Appropriate-Expectations would probably not be able to resist showing off some more and that would hammer out of him whatever it was that had caused him to even dream about her last night.
    At least that was what he was hoping.
    Logan took his hand off the bed frame and jammed it into his jeans pocket.
    Age-appropriate expectations. Social skills. Exploring the environment…
    Those were the kinds of things he needed to remember about her. Not how green her eyes were. Not how soft her skin had looked. Not that when he’d joined her in the entryway he’d caught a whiff of a clean, airywildflower scent that he knew hadn’t come from his sister or his daughter.
    Meg Perry was the nanny and that was it. Yes, he’d meant it when he’d told her he wanted her to be a part of everything around here so she seemed like family, but that was for Tia’s sake, not his.
    He just needed to think of her the way he thought of his ex-wife—as a person he had to be civil and courteous to for his daughter’s happiness and well-being.
    Other than that?
    There wouldn’t be anything other than that between him and Meg Perry.
    It was something he swore to himself.
    That no matter what, her brain was not meeting his brawn.
     
    “You yike it?”
    It took Meg a split second to translate yike. She’d arrived at the McKendrick home just after Tia’s bath, in time for the bedtime story. Logan was perched on Tia’s small twin bed, his daughter by his side as he read Goodnight Moon to her. Meg was on the rocking chair near the bed and the moment Logan finished the book, Tia leaned forward to see Meg—whom she was only beginning to acknowledge—to ask that question.
    Yike was apparently like —did she like the book that Logan had read?
    “I did,” Meg assured the little girl.
    “You din’t say guh’night moon,” Tia accused.
    At the end of the story, after Logan had read the last line, bidding good-night to noises everywhere, Tia hadadded, “Good night, moon,” and Logan had repeated it. Meg hadn’t.
    So she did now. “Good night, moon.”
    That seemed to satisfy the three-year-old because she sat back against her pillow again.
    Logan threw Meg a smile that crinkled the corners of his striking eyes. She’d lectured herself since she’d left here yesterday that she wasn’t going to notice things like that. But there it was anyway.
    Then, to his daughter, he said, “Tell me what I told you happens tomorrow.”
    “You and An’ Had has to work.”
    “And while we work, who will be here with you?”
    Tia leaned forward again, pointed a finger at Meg, and said, “Her will.”
    “Meg. She’s Meg,” Logan reminded.
    Tia sat back without saying Meg’s name the way her father was obviously prompting her to do.
    “I wanna play wis you and An’ Had,” the little girl said quietly, pushing back on her pillow so she was more hidden by her father when she confided that to him.
    “Aunt Had and I can’t play tomorrow. Meg will be here for you to play with,” he said with a pointed glance at Meg.
    Why did he aim that at me? Meg wondered. Did he think she wasn’t planning to play with his daughter?
    Maybe she was misinterpreting the glance. Certainly she didn’t address it. But she did lean forward so she could see Tia and say, “I have some games and you can show me what toys and