tautly.
Jill looked up briefly.
“Well,” Eunice said. “So, you’ve come to apply for the housekeeping position. Isn’t that fortunate for us? We’ve had such difficulty keeping someone.” She smiled at Jill to make her feel comfortable.
Dustin was having trouble covering both subjects, but it seemed his mother was switching back and forth between strange matters with ease.
“Did you bring your credentials, or references, dear?”
Jill shook her head. “I hadn’t really intended to apply or interview today. I thought I was being smart by coming to check out what the ranch was like before taking up your time with my application.”
She noticed Eunice and Dustin looked rather worried. Realizing they might have taken her explanation to mean she wasn’t interested in the job now that she’d seen the ranch, she said hastily, “From what I can tell, this would be a very nice place to work.”
Eunice pursed her lips. “Thank you, my dear.” She leaned back, obviously deciding not to interfere further. The baby burped loudly, breaking the tension in the room.
“Now, you should have room for more dinner,” Jill said to the baby.
The infant seemed content to finish the rest of the bottle, blissfully unaware of her unusual circumstances. Dustin caught his mother looking at him calmly, waiting for him to take the lead. He wished he could somehow telepathize with her to go ahead and take over because he was totally lost. What the heck was he supposed to say to a sexy-as-hell woman who’d said that she was wearing underwear that might fall off at any time?
Except, please, please, stay and keep my house for me?
“We haven’t had much time to explore the job possibility,” he said tensely. “I do know Ms. McCall shops at Macy’s.”
Dustin closed his eyes. Boy, it had been too long. This woman with the unlikely story, and perhaps the stray baby, too, was forcing him to think about things he didn’t want to resurrect from the past. Like sex. And the wife he still missed occasionally, who had tried to be a good mother. Had tried to be a good wife, though it had been a strain for both of them.
And then he thought about sex again. Particularly with Ms. McCall, from Dallas, Texas. Before he got himself into trouble, Dustin decided he’d better get a move on.
“Well, if you ladies will excuse me, I suppose I’ll go call the police. And then head to the store.”
“The police!” His mother’s shocked exclamation startled the baby, which shifted unhappily in Jill’s arms. Whispering, Jill soothed the little one back into stillness. But Jill’s eyes immediately pulled back to Dustin’s. He could tell the first thought in her mind was that he might be calling the police about her for abandoning the baby on his property.
“Somebody left this baby here. It’s not ours. We can’t keep it,” he said. “The police need to be alerted that someone has tried to get rid of their baby. And in a very unfortunate way, too. What if Ms. McCall hadn’t been—” he paused, about to say “trespassing”, when he corrected himself. “What if she hadn’t come to apply for the position? The baby might have been down there for hours.”
“Oh, dear,” Eunice murmured. “I suppose you’re right.”
“She hadn’t been there long,” Jill said hurriedly.
Dustin stared at her, mentally checking her story. She glared back. “I just meant that, when I picked her up, the baby felt warm. Like she hadn’t been outside too long.”
“Oh.” It sounded plausible. And surely, if the baby was Jill’s, she wouldn’t let him call the police to take it away.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Dustin. Anyone with two eyes can see what you’re thinking,” his mother complained. “This is not Jill’s baby. It’s a newborn, honey.”
For the first time Jill smiled, a warm and friendly expression that tugged at Dustin’s heart.
“I know I had a time of it when I had Dustin,” Eunice continued. “Took me months to