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turning to face me.
    I swallowed. "Were you watching me?"
    "Yes. I knew you'd make the connection eventually. But I hired you as a babysitter, as a nanny, because I believed you could do the job well. You had vouches, credentials. Sure, you weren't working at some high class firm, but kids are the same, whether they have a trust fund or their parents struggle to put food on the table for them."
    "They are. I've sat for my rich neighbors and my poor ones. The only difference was the rich ones paid better."
    "Hah. But the fact still remains, I could have had any nanny, sitter, or whatever in the city, and I chose you. Because you're qualified, and because you remind me so much of her."
    At last, he stood from the windowsill and approached me. His overwhelming presence froze me again, him taking advantage by running his hand through my hair, twirling it in his finger.
    "Everything. I realize it makes me a crazy man to be doing this, relying on pieces of paper to ask a teenage girl if she thinks I'm hot enough to sleep with – if she's willing to have my children."
    "Your contract was a fifty page 'Do you like me?' note?" I murmured, captivated by him.
    "In so many words, yes." He laughed, and I realized I liked his laugh. It was warm, not a posh cackle like you’d expect from a man with his wealth. "It's even sillier that I'd have an entire line of girls waiting to be my wife, as soon as I make it clear my grieving is done. But truly? I'll never be done grieving. I'll never forget."
    I nodded. "Why are you rushing to this, then? This is a bit crazy, Mr. Knight."
    "Perhaps it is. But what can I say? I was smitten with you, Marci." He grabbed me and pressed me into his chest. "I'd be foolish not to notice you feel the same."
    "I've been thinking about you in impure ways, if you want to put it like that."
    "You mentioned you thought I was religious earlier today. Not that much, really. I haven't been in a church for something that wasn't a wedding or funeral since I was nine years old. But I do believe in fate, that everything works out. That maybe I was meant to run into you when I was looking for someone to take care of Ty. Your similarities to Margaret were just the world telling me to pay attention to you."
    I sighed. "I did sign a contract agreeing to let you have me."
    "Bullshit. You signed an overly long document you didn't understand. That's not how I do business." He pushed me away, keeping me at arm’s length from him, his hands on my shoulder. "Marci, I'll talk straight with you. I want Ty to be cared for. I want the family that was stolen from me by tragedy. I want my son to have brothers and sisters. I mean, you know how spoiled he'd be as a trust fund baby and an only child?"
    "I can see that being a nightmare waiting to happen."
    "Exactly. But I'm aware I'm a middle aged man with more money than sense at the moment. The door is open, Marci. You may walk out right now. I'll have a limousine take you back home. You'll get your million dollars, and this all never happened. Free of any obligation."
    He released my shoulders and paced in front of me.
    "But if you feel it in your heart to give me what I want, you agree to become mine, I'll give you a love worth more than that million, and I'll get more than what any amount of money could be worth in return. Those are my terms, Marci. No contract, no bullshit."
    I looked away from him. I had no reason to doubt Mr. Knight's word. He was a good man, admitting as such he wouldn't have hired me if I wasn't good enough to take care of his son, no matter how much I looked like his wife's long lost daughter.
    But if I went back to my room, packed up and headed back to my home with that money, I could follow my dreams fully. I'd have that college education, everything I could ever want. Or would I?
    The man who was in charge of my fate stood near, his eyes never leaving me. I had only known him a day, yet I was infatuated with him. Every bit of gentleness he had shown through