He moved close enough for her to catch whiffs of cologne that were entirely too enticing.
“Just say you’d still like to be our nanny. Because if you do, this is a welcome-to-our-home celebration dinner, complete with pumpkin pie and two tubs of Cool Whip.”
She shrieked and started to hug him, then, mortified, caught herself. She jolted inches away and stuttered nonsense. “I—I’m so sorry. I’m just so thrilled about this and I didn’t mean to nearly attack you there.”
Sarah glimpsed a part of Bryce in Aaron’s shy grin.
He shrugged. “It’s okay. Mina does it all the time. She comes from a family of huggers. I wouldn’t have thought anything of it.”
Yet his uncertain eyes said something altogether different and it scared her absolutely to death. Because the flint of longing in her heart matched the strike of yearning in his eyes the moment she’d nearly thrown herself at him in her excitement over the job.
Wait. He had mentioned Mina’s family. Yet not his own. Why?
This man was larger than life. An intentional hero. Internationally esteemed. This silly zinging and these wayward thoughts would wear off in time. They would. They had to. For no upstanding, respectable man in his right mind would want to entangle himself with a woman harboring her past.
“Sarah, one more thing.” He’d turned serious.
Her heart thudded. Oh, no. He knows.
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