The Nanny (The Fabulous Dalton Boys Book 1) Read Online Free

You're stuck with me until they figure out how to take care of you.  Yes, you are."  She kept up her soothing monologue as she found the kitchen and prepared a bottle, and the baby stopped fussing so hard to listen.  Within minutes she had his bottle fixed and she was sitting in the rocker in her room, feeding him.  
    As she fed him, she sang softly to him, automatically singing Puff the Magic Dragon , which her mother had always sung to her when she was small.  She took a break half way through the bottle and put him to her shoulder to burp him.  "What a good boy," she said, settling him back in the crook of her arm as she let him finish the bottle before burping him again.
    When he was finished, she sang to him, her voice rising and falling as she went through lullaby after lullaby.  She knew she didn't have the best singing voice in the world, but she also knew sweet little Baby Dalton wouldn't care a bit.  He would just be happy that she was singing to him.
    They'd been home for close to an hour when he finally fell asleep in her arms.  He'd worked himself up into such a fit getting so hungry, that she had a hard time calming him enough for him to nap.
    She put him against her shoulder and walked through the bathroom to his room, stopping short as she saw three men with identical broad shoulders and no shirts on sitting on the floor in the baby's room, putting furniture together.  She watched them for a minute, her eyes drinking in the sight.
    Fanning her face with her hand, she took the baby to her bed instead.  She laid him gently on his back in the middle of the bed before she dug through her purse for her phone.  Laying beside him to keep him safe, she called her aunt.
    "Hey, Aunt Lachele.  Baby's sleeping, so I have to keep my voice down."
    "Where'd you end up, girl?  Are you safe?  What's the family like?"  The questions were rapid fire and had Ashley laughing.
    "I'm in Dalton, Texas.  Yes, I'm safe."  She bit her lip before answering the last question.  "I'm a nanny for Barrett Dalton's son."
    "Barrett Dalton's son?  Wait.  One of those wild Dalton boys?  Each one of those boys is sex on a stick, girl!  You can't stay there!  I'll send you a plane ticket.  You need to get out now!"
    "I can't, Aunt Lachele.  I committed to staying for a whole month."  She traced Baby Dalton's cheek.  "Besides, I've already fallen in love with the baby, and these men are clueless.  I can't leave him alone with them."
    "Where are you staying then?  And don't tell me you're staying at the Dalton Ranch, because so help me, girl..."  Aunt Lachele's voice was threatening, and Ashley closed her eyes.
    "I'm staying at the Dalton Ranch.  But it's not like you think!  I have a little suite of rooms I share with the baby.  And there's a lock on my door.  I checked.  I'll be fine."
    Barrett stood outside Ashley's open door, seeing her lying on the bed with Baby Dalton, his hand poised to knock when he heard her words.  He saw red.  Were they really back to her thinking he was some kind of rapist?  He wasn't even interested in her!
    He shook his head at his words, knowing he was lying to himself.  Her jeans fit her bottom like a second skin.  Yeah, he was interested, but he wasn't going to do anything about it.  She was there to take care of his son.
    He turned and walked away instead of listening to the rest of her conversation.  Obviously she wasn't about to trust him.
    Ashley continued her conversation with her aunt, oblivious to Barrett.  "The baby's so sweet.  I wish you could see him."
    Aunt Lachele sighed, obviously done arguing for a the moment.  "What's his name?"
    "Dalton."
    "Well, of course it his. His daddy's a Dalton.  What's his first name?"
    "Dalton."  Ashley waited for her aunt to get angry as she had, but instead she heard her cackling hysterically. 
    "You have got to be kidding me!  That's a new low even for those boys.  Dalton Dalton?  What is wrong with people?"  She was