Milllionaire Dad, Nanny Needed!. SUSAN MEIER

      He laughed, pulling away from her. Not defeated, but looking like a guy who knew to retreat to fight another day. “I still say it wasn’t him but your approach that was wrong. After I hire a new nanny, come out with me and have a little fun.”

      Audra sucked in a breath, amazed at how tempted she was to consider a suggestion that was incredibly wrong. He was too damned much like the man who had jilted her. And she’d learned her lesson. Dominic might be correct in saying that David had made her happy, but he’d skipped over the fact that she was a serious woman. She couldn’t have uncomplicated relationships with men like her ex and Dominic. Anytime she got involved with a man she liked, she would always fall in love.

      And that was the biggest reason of all to stay away from Dominic. She would fall head over heels and he would amuse himself for a few weeks or months and then move on.

      No, thanks.

      “Have fun tonight,” she said, grabbing Joshua’s bottle and heading for the door. “And try not to stay out too late.”

      Joshua awakened four times that night. Obviously frightened and confused by another change of home and caregiver, the baby sobbed pitifully. Her heart breaking for the little boy who was experiencing his third change of homes in as many months, Audra rocked him, sang to him, cuddled and soothed him. It was 5:00 a.m. when they both fell into a deep sleep. So when Joshua’s crying awakened her again, she groaned.

      Sympathetic with the baby, she forced her eyes open only to discover it was morning. She popped up off her pillow, glancing at the clock. It was nine!

      Throwing back the covers, she rolled out of bed and ran to the nursery. “Good morning,” she sang, refusing to let herself be tired or listless when this baby so desperately needed love and understanding.

      “We’ve got some stuff to do, and I’m not entirely sure what order to do it in.” She kissed his forehead and then checked his diaper. Realizing he needed a change, she reached for one of the throw-away diapers in the drawer of the changing table beside the crib.

      “For all my experience with my nieces, I’ve never kept a baby overnight. When I babysat for my sisters, I always left when they returned home.”