Christmas Bride For The Boss

* * *

Jamie walked back into the room and returned Sophie’s phone. ‘Thank you for your patience, Miss Firth. We have a deal.’

Yes. The business was safe, Eva would get the money she needed, and her staff had job security again. Mentally, Sophie punched the air. ‘Thank you,’ she said, trying to keep her voice businesslike.

‘Though, actually, I probably didn’t need to make those calls. I’m a reasonable judge of character.’

That’s what she’d thought about herself. Dan and Joe had proved that to be a lie. She couldn’t have got it any more wrong if she’d tried. ‘I’m happier that you checked me out properly,’ she said.

‘Okay. Do you drive?’ he asked.

‘Yes.’

‘That makes life easier. I have a car that Cindy uses, so I’ll put you on the insurance. Perhaps you could let my PA have a copy of your driving licence and let her know all the information that the insurer would need.’

‘Sure. I have my licence with me.’

‘Good. So are you able to meet Sienna this afternoon?’

If Sophie wanted to save her business, she didn’t have much choice. She’d just have to move her meetings. ‘What time do you want me to meet you at the nursery school?’

‘It’s probably better if I pick you up from your office and take you with me,’ he said. ‘Perhaps I could pick you up at half-past three, to give me time to brief you?’

‘All right.’

‘Thank you, Miss Firth. Or may I call you Sophie?’

‘That rather depends on whether you expect me to curtsey and call you “sir”,’ she said dryly.

He smiled. ‘Jamie will do.’

‘Sophie.’ She held out her hand. ‘So, to recap, if Sienna likes me, then my side of the deal is that I’ll be your temporary nanny until Cindy can come back to work. Your side is that you’ll buy out Eva’s share of my business, and lend me two staff while I’m nannying for you, to help with the transition.’

‘Deal,’ he said, and shook her outstretched hand.

Her skin actually tingled where he touched her. Which was so inappropriate—if this worked out, technically he would be her part-time employer and her part-time business partner. She couldn’t afford to react to him like that. Worse still, he’d quickly masked an expression of surprise, so she had the feeling that he’d felt exactly the same.

This had the potential of being a complete and utter disaster. Especially with her track record in relationships, and in any case Jamie Wallis was a single father who really didn’t have time for a relationship.

Maybe she should call off the deal.

But she didn’t have a plan C and she needed him to buy out Eva’s share of the firm. So she’d just have to ignore every bit of attraction she felt towards him and keep this strictly professional.

‘One thing I should have asked you,’ he said. ‘Given that this means you’ll be juggling your workload and it’s going to take up more time in your day, will it be a problem with your partner?’

‘I don’t have a partner,’ she said. ‘And, just to make it clear, I’m not looking for one.’ She knew that not all men were the same—her stepfather and her brothers were all wonderful—but she always seemed to pick Mr Wrong. Three years of dating Dan, and thinking that he was going to ask her to marry him when instead he’d dropped a bombshell; and then Joe, who’d lied to her from the outset and she’d felt disgusting and grubby when she’d learned the truth.

She wasn’t going to put herself through all that again, falling in love with someone who would let her down and break her heart. After Joe, she’d promised herself that she’d keep all her relationships either business or strictly platonic. ‘So I’ll see you at half-past three,’ she said. ‘You have my mobile phone number in your file. If you could text me in the next couple of minutes, so I have your number, we can keep each other posted if anything crops up.’

‘All right,’ he said.

‘And I’ll see your PA with my driving licence on my way out.’

‘Thank you, Miss F—Sophie,’ he corrected himself. ‘See you at half-past three.’

* * *

It looked as if he had a new nanny and a new business partner, Jamie thought as Sophie left his office. A bossy one who liked to run things her own way; but he thought part of that might be bluster. The fact she’d said that Sienna should make the final decision told him that she’d be fair and listen.

Sophie Firth intrigued him. She was the first woman to intrigue him since Fran. If he was honest with himself, she was the first woman to attract him since Fran—with those sincere brown eyes and a warmth that drew him—but he pushed the thought away. It would be too complicated to have any kind of relationship with her outside a purely professional one.

Plus, after what he’d done, he didn’t deserve one.

This was going to be strictly business.

* * *

‘So Jamie actually said yes?’ Eva asked.

Sophie lifted both hands in a ‘whoa there’ sign. ‘It all hinges on whether Sienna likes me.’

‘Sienna?’

‘He’s got a nanny crisis. The deal is, if Sienna likes me, I’ll be her temporary nanny until her real nanny’s broken leg has healed. And in return he’ll buy you out.’

Eva frowned. ‘So what about Plans & Planes? Are you hiring a temp to replace you?’

‘No. I’m borrowing two members of his team to help with the workload,’ Sophie said. ‘I’ll be here when Sienna’s at nursery, and I can catch up with paperwork in the evening.’

‘Well, that explains why he asked me about you and kids when he called. I thought he just wanted to double-check that you were a safe bet in business,’ Eva said thoughtfully.

‘What did you tell him?’ Sophie asked.

‘That I’ve known you since our first day at uni, and if Aidan hadn’t been headhunted we’d still be business partners when we’re really old, and you have a niece and nephew that you see all the time,’ Eva said.

Sophie relaxed. ‘Okay. Well, you certainly helped. I just have to hope that Sienna likes me—or I’ll have to start dreaming up a plan C.’

‘But you’re going to be working stupid hours, if you’re being a nanny on top of what you do here,’ Eva said, looking worried.

Sophie shrugged. ‘It’s not for ever, just for a couple of months, maybe. I’ll manage.’

She hoped.

‘So, to save me putting my foot in it, what actually happened to your cousin?’ she asked.

‘They were on holiday, two years ago, and Fran fell ill,’ Eva said. ‘She died before they could fly her home. It was so sad. She was only thirty-three.’

‘And that means Sienna was only two when it happened, so she’ll only know her mum through photos and videos. Poor little mite,’ Sophie said.

‘Jamie was devastated. I’m not sure he’s really recovered. Today was the first time I’d really spoken to him since the funeral,’ Eva said.

‘Didn’t his family rally round?’

‘One of his sisters lives in Cornwall and I think the other lives in Cumbria,’ Eva said.

No wonder he’d said they were too far away.

‘And he said his parents can’t help, either,’ Sophie said. ‘So I’m guessing they’re either too frail or they’ve passed away.’

‘Oh, they could help, all right,’ Eva said, ‘but his mum would take over. Fran said Gwen was really overbearing and forever trying to organise their lives for them. The epitome of a difficult mother-in-law.’

‘Ouch.’ That might explain why Jamie’s sisters had moved so far away from London, Sophie thought. And why Jamie seemed to keep himself at an emotional distance.

‘Fran’s mum is lovely, but Fran looked so much like her, I think it just brings back what he’s lost every time Jamie sees her,’ Eva said. ‘Plus they live in Norfolk, so they’re a bit too far away for him to be able to ask them for help.’

‘Poor man,’ Sophie said. Now she was beginning to see what made Jamie Wallis tick. And he had an even better excuse than she did for avoiding relationships: he was still a grieving widower, whereas she’d simply lost trust in her own judgement of people.

* * *

When Jamie left his office at half-past two, his PA raised an eyebrow as he passed her desk. ‘Is everything all right?’

‘Nanny crisis. I’m getting the potential temp to meet me at the nursery school,’ he explained.

Her face softened. ‘And how is Sienna?’

‘Fine. And hopefully she’ll get on with the temp.’ If he kept referring to Sophie as ‘the temp’, hopefully that was how he’d come to see her. And he was absolutely not going to think about her caramel hair and how it would be lit with gold in the sunshine. For pity’s sake. He didn’t have time to think like that about anyone.

He called in at his house to pick up the file Cindy had left for the temporary nanny while she was on holiday, showing Sienna’s routine, then drove to Plans & Planes. Sophie’s office was very different from his own; the downstairs acted as the shop front for the travel agency, but when Mara showed him upstairs, where the event management side was based, he could see that the office was completely open plan, with two small rooms that he assumed were for client meetings.

Eva, who was sitting at one of the desks, came over and greeted him with a hug. ‘You’re a lifesaver, Jamie. Thanks.’

‘Hopefully, Sophie’s going to be a lifesaver for me, too,’ he said.

‘That all depends on whether Sienna likes me. It’s the deal breaker,’ Sophie reminded him as she joined them.

‘Ready to go?’ he asked.

‘Ready.’

He handed her the file when she got into the car. ‘Cindy put this together for when she was away. It’s Sienna’s routine plus a list of answers to the kind of questions she’d expect someone to ask.’

‘That’s useful. Thank you. I’ll read it on the way to nursery school, if that’s all right with you,’ she said. ‘And maybe you can answer any further questions I might have?’

‘Sure.’ He liked the fact that she was so businesslike.

* * *

Sophie’s misgivings increased as she skim-read the file. ‘Let me get this clear. You expect the nanny to get Sienna up in the mornings, then help her get her bathed and dressed and breakfasted?’

‘And help her clean her teeth, then drop her at nursery school,’ he finished.

‘Why don’t you take your daughter to nursery school yourself?’

‘Because I have a business to run. I need to be in the office quite a while before she needs to be at nursery school.’

Sophie knew Jamie was a single father, but from what she could see the work-life balance just wasn’t there. When did he get to spend quality time with his daughter? According to this file, he didn’t even eat with her in the evenings. There was a menu of what looked like typical nursery food, which clearly she would be expected to cook. Did Sophie eat on her own, or with the nanny? Sophie’s heart sank.

Fran had died two years ago, so surely Jamie should be smothering his daughter in cotton wool rather than using his work to avoid the little girl? It sounded more and more as if he was a cold workaholic who put his business first, second and third.

Sophie could remember what it felt like to be the daughter of a workaholic, one who’d missed every school performance and every parents’ evening because he was always too busy. Her father had never had the chance to put things right because he’d died of a heart attack when she was ten. She was so aware of all the things they’d missed out on; even though her mother had remarried six years later and Sophie loved her stepfather dearly, she still missed her father and wished they’d had the chance to share things.

Maybe, she thought, she could change things for Sienna so the little girl didn’t grow up with that same hole in her life, that same sense of loneliness and wondering secretly if something was wrong with her because her dad didn’t spend time with her the way her friends’ dads did. And, even if seeing Sienna reminded him of what he’d lost, at least Jamie still had his daughter.

Jamie Wallis didn’t just need a nanny, he needed someone who could help him fix his relationship with his little girl.

And Sophie thought she might just be the one to do that.

CHAPTER TWO

WHEN JAMIE PULLED UP in the nursery school car park, Sophie asked, ‘Should I stay here in the car? Because then it won’t confuse anyone.’

‘In case Sienna decides she doesn’t want you to look after her? Good point.’ He nodded. ‘I’ll be as quick as I can.’

He climbed out of the car, went over to the gate and spoke into the intercom, and then disappeared through the gate, shutting it behind him.

Sophie read through Cindy’s file again while she was waiting for him to return with Sienna. The more she read, the more sure she was that things needed to change. Jamie was a workaholic, the way her own father had been, and he wasn’t seeing anywhere near enough of his daughter—which wasn’t good for either of them.

A movement caught her eye and she looked up. She saw a little girl walking nicely down the path next to Jamie; obviously this must be Sienna. She was a pretty child, with a mop of curly blonde hair and her father’s dark eyes.

She climbed out of the car and waited until Jamie and Sienna had reached her before crouching down so she was on the little girl’s level. ‘Hello. I’m Sophie,’ she said. ‘And you’re Sienna, yes?’

The little girl nodded shyly.

‘Sophie’s going to spend the rest of the afternoon with us,’ Jamie said, ‘so you can get to know her a bit better and decide if you want her to look after you until Cindy’s leg is mended.’

Again, there was a shy nod.

Better start as I mean to go on, Sophie thought. ‘Would you like me to help you into the car seat?’ she asked Sienna.

The little girl gave another nod, and Sophie’s heart squeezed. Maybe Sienna was just a bit shy, particularly as Sophie was a stranger. She really hoped that Sienna wouldn’t be this quiet once she’d got to know her; one of the joys of being an aunt was having a niece and nephew who chattered nineteen to the dozen to her and burst into song at the least provocation.

She opened the rear door, helped Sienna get into the car, buckled her into the car seat and double checked it before climbing in next to her and buckling up her own seat belt.

‘So what did you do today at nursery school?’ Sophie asked.

‘Painting,’ Sienna said, her voice little more than a whisper.

‘That’s nice.’ Sophie had always enjoyed the painting activities when she’d worked at Anna’s nursery school. ‘Did you bring any of your paintings home with you?’

Sienna shook her head.

Maybe the nursery school staff had kept the paintings for assessment purposes. Sophie tried another tack. ‘Did the teachers read you any stories today?’

‘Ye—es.’ But Sienna wasn’t forthcoming about what the story was, or what her favourite book was, the way Sophie’s niece Hattie would be.

Then again, a car wasn’t the easiest place to have a conversation with a small child. Sophie let the conversation lapse until they were back at Jamie’s house. Then she helped Sienna out of the car, and waited for Jamie to unlock the front door.

‘I’ll give you a quick guided tour,’ Jamie said. ‘Obviously this is the hallway.’ He took her through the downstairs, room by room. ‘Living room, dining room, playroom, my office, downstairs cloakroom, kitchen.’

The house was beautiful, a large Edwardian villa with polished wooden floors, pale walls and windows that let in plenty of light; but it felt more like a show-house than a home. There were no pieces of artwork from nursery school held to the fridge by magnets or pinned to a cork board in the kitchen; there were no family photographs anywhere, either. And Sophie had never seen such a tidy playroom in her life. It made her wonder if Sienna was even allowed to touch her toys, or maybe there was a strict rule about only playing with one thing at a time.

This definitely wasn’t a normal home. Even though her own father had put his job first, last and in between, her mother had made sure to give all three children her time and affection.

Then again, Sienna didn’t have a mother to balance out her father’s drive for work.

‘I’ll make us a drink,’ Jamie said when they reached the kitchen. ‘Coffee or tea?’

‘Coffee would be lovely, thanks. Just milk, no sugar.’

‘Would you prefer a cappuccino or a latte?’

‘As long as it’s coffee, I really don’t mind. Whatever’s easy,’ she said.

‘Fair enough.’ He made two mugs of coffee via a very posh coffee machine and poured milk into a plastic beaker of milk for Sienna. ‘I’ll be in my office if you need me,’ he said.

Obviously she and Sienna needed to spend time together so they could get to know each other, but this felt almost like an excuse for him to avoid the little girl. Or maybe she was being unfair to Jamie.

‘Shall we go into the playroom?’ she asked Sienna.

The little girl nodded.

In the playroom, Sienna agreed to do some drawing and colouring together. Sophie couldn’t help noticing how the little girl coloured very carefully, making sure she stayed within the lines, and used pastel colours. So different from her exuberant niece Hattie, who always picked the brightest colours and wasn’t in the slightest bit concerned if she coloured over the lines. The little girl reminded Sophie of herself as a child, desperate for her father’s approval and never quite getting it.

‘How about a story?’ she asked.

Again, Sienna was quietly acquiescent.

‘What’s your favourite story that Daddy reads to you?’ Sophie asked.

‘Cindy always reads my bedtime story,’ Sienna said.

‘Okay.’ Sophie’s sister-in-law Mandy had been very eloquent about the benefits of having a male role model reading to children, so her brother Will always read to Hattie and Sam at night. Maybe if she told Jamie, he might consider reading to Sienna. But, as her sole parent, why wasn’t he doing that already?

Sophie read a couple of stories to Sienna, scooping the little girl onto her lap and persuading her to join in with some of the words. And when she made a tremendous pause before the last repetition of a refrain in one particular book, she was finally rewarded with a giggle from Sienna.

‘What would you like for dinner tonight?’ she asked when they’d finished the story.

‘We always have chicken nuggets on Monday,’ Sienna said.

Sophie remembered seeing the menu plan in Cindy’s file. Just to check that her suspicions were correct, she asked, ‘Does Daddy have chicken nuggets, too?’

‘Daddy doesn’t have dinner with me. He’s usually still at work.’

‘So Cindy has dinner with you?’

She nodded. ‘In the kitchen.’

‘Well, Daddy’s home today, so he can eat with you and me. And we don’t have to stick to eating chicken nuggets just because it’s Monday. Let’s go and see what’s in the fridge, shall we?’

Just as Sophie had hoped, Jamie clearly had either asked the temporary nanny to do a grocery shop the previous week or he had his groceries delivered. The fridge was half-full of fruit and vegetables; there were a couple of chicken breasts and a packet of minced beef. There were also a couple of supermarket ready-prepared meals, which told her that Jamie didn’t bother cooking for himself in the evening and just shoved something into the microwave to heat through.

‘Do you like spaghetti Bolognese?’ she asked.

Sienna nodded.

‘Good. That’s what we’ll have for dinner tonight. Daddy, too. Cindy’s file says you have dinner at six?’

‘Yes.’

‘Great. You can help me cook dinner.’

Little girl’s eyes were round. ‘Can I? Really?’

Sophie’s suspicions deepened. ‘Do you cook with Cindy?’

‘No.’

‘Not even cupcakes or cookies?’

Sienna grimaced. ‘They’re messy.’

So who was the neat freak? Cindy the nanny? Or was this an extreme reaction by Sienna, wanting to be super-neat and tidy so her father would approve of her? ‘Mess is exactly what aprons are for. And vacuum cleaners,’ Sophie said firmly. ‘I make cupcakes with my niece Hattie all the time. She’s the same age as you.’

Sienna looked shocked.

Oh, honestly. Sophie had to bite her tongue. Right at that moment she wanted to shake Jamie Wallis until his teeth rattled. The whole point about childhood was to have fun while you were growing up and learning about the world. And, yes, she could understand that not everyone was comfortable living in total chaos, but if Sienna made a mess she could also learn how to clear up again.

‘We’ll make cupcakes tomorrow afternoon,’ she promised. ‘With sprinkles.’

‘Chocolate sprinkles?’ Sophie asked hopefully.

‘Absolutely yes.’ She’d pick them up tomorrow, together with a few other things she enjoyed doing with Hattie and Sam. She smiled at Sienna. ‘Right, I need you to do a very important job for me—can you show me where the pots and pans are?’

While she was directing Sienna to help her get the ingredients, she texted Jamie.

Dinner at six. You are eating with us in the kitchen. No arguments.

He ignored her text.

Well, fine. She wasn’t daunted.

Just before she was going to serve up, she rang him. ‘You have three minutes.’

‘I’m in the middle of something.’

She didn’t care. She’d already given him prior warning about when dinner would be ready. If he hadn’t paid attention, that was his problem. ‘I’m serving up now. Come and wash your hands for dinner.’

He hung up on her, and she wondered if she was going to have to go and drag him out of his study. But then she heard the door open and he strode into the kitchen.

Sienna beamed. ‘Daddy, you’re sitting here between me and Sophie. I laid the table. And I helped cook the bisgetti.’

‘Spaghetti,’ he corrected. ‘Did you?’ He gave Sophie a speaking look.

‘She was a brilliant sous-chef, just like my niece Hattie,’ she said.

Conversation during dinner was like pulling teeth. Jamie seemed to have no idea whatsoever how to talk to his daughter. Was he just hopeless with children in general, or was there something else going on here?

Sophie did the best she could to include both of them. Once they’d eaten, she said, ‘It’s bathtime, now, Sienna. Perhaps Daddy can do your bath and read you a bedtime story while I do the washing up.’

* * *

Bathtime.

Water.

Jamie had to dig his nails into his palms as a picture flashed into his head. Fran, her golden curls wet and plastered to her head. Her face so swollen and puffy, just like her throat had been inside, so no air could get through.

Fran, dead.

He’d avoided bathing his daughter ever since, leaving the job to Cindy. Sienna looked so much like Fran that he just couldn’t handle seeing her with wet hair and getting those flashbacks, the dreams that had had him waking in tears for weeks after it had happened.

Okay, so it had been two years and anyone would think he’d come to terms with it by now—he was overreacting. But he couldn’t bear it. He just couldn’t.

And Sophie really expected him to do bathtime?

Jamie looked horrified. ‘Cindy—’ he began.

‘—isn’t here. And you have a special question to ask Sienna which needs to be with just the two of you together,’ she reminded him.

Oh, God. There was no way round this. He was just going to have to face his demons.

‘Let’s choose a story,’ he said, desperately hoping that maybe if he dragged his feet a bit, he’d either be able to think of an excuse or Sienna might decide she didn’t want a bath after all.

But it didn’t work out that way.

He had to go through with it.

He made the bath as shallow as he possibly could.

‘Cindy puts more water in—and more bubbles,’ Sienna said.

‘Well, we haven’t got time tonight,’ he said, hating himself for lying to his little girl but not wanting her to know about the nightmares in his head.

‘And she washes my hair.’

No. Just no. ‘Not tonight,’ he said. ‘And we need to talk about Sophie. Would you like her to be your nanny until Cindy’s leg is mended?’

To his relief, it headed his daughter off the subject of her bath and hairwash.

‘I like Sophie. She’s funny. And she does all the special voices in a story,’ Sienna said. ‘And she let me help her cook bisgetti. I was her sushi.’

He couldn’t help smiling at that. ‘Sous-chef.’

‘Can she stay? Please?’

‘Yes,’ he said. Even though Sophie Firth was pushing him into doing things he normally avoided. Because the alternative meant taking time off and doing everything for Sienna himself until the agency sent a replacement—which could take a couple of weeks.

He hauled his daughter out of the bath and dried her swiftly, before helping her into her pyjamas. ‘Story,’ he said. ‘And then I need to talk to Sophie.’

* * *

Jamie had gone absolutely white when Sophie had suggested that he did Sienna’s bedtime routine. What was the problem? she wondered. She was starting to think that there was more to it than Jamie being a cold workaholic. But what? She could ask him straight out, but she had the feeling he’d avoid the question. If Sienna agreed to let her stay, then maybe she’d have enough time to find out exactly what was going on—and help.

She’d just finished the washing up when he came downstairs.

‘Well, you were a hit,’ he said. ‘I asked her, and she says she’d like you to stay until Cindy comes back.’

Though she noticed he didn’t look too pleased about it.

‘So I’m looking at my new sleeping partner, then?’ she asked.

His pupils dilated slightly and she realised how her words could’ve been interpreted; she felt a tide of colour surge into her face. ‘I mean my business partner who invests but lets me get on with running things and doesn’t interfere,’ she clarified.

‘Business partner. And you’re my new temporary nanny.’

‘Right. I’m glad. Sienna’s a lovely little girl. I’m going to enjoy looking after her. So I guess your solicitors need to talk to mine about the buyout, assuming you agreed with the figures in my proposal.’

‘Uh-huh.’ He paused. ‘Plus I need to give you the car keys. Hang on a sec.’ He fished a set of keys out of a drawer and handed them to her. ‘And the spare key for the front door. I was thinking you might find it more convenient to stay here overnight in future. Cindy’s staying at her boyfriend’s flat until her leg mends, so you can use her suite—or the guest suite, if you’d prefer.’

Staying overnight? That hadn’t been mentioned before. It wasn’t part of their agreement. And she wasn’t giving him another excuse to avoid his daughter. ‘Ah, no,’ she said. ‘You’ll be getting Sienna up in the mornings. Though I’ll be here before you have to leave for work.’

He blinked. ‘But Cindy—’

‘—does things slightly differently than I would.’

‘She’s a trained nanny.’

Meaning that she was supposed to follow Cindy’s instructions? Sophie wanted to rip that ridiculous file into little pieces and jump up and down on it. ‘Well, I’m not,’ she reminded him. ‘As I said, I’ll be here before you have to leave for work.’

‘Right. And once you’ve dropped Sienna off, your day is your own until nursery school pick-up. I’ll give you the code word, and I’ll give the nursery school manager your details so she knows who you are,’ he said. ‘Would you mind if I took a photo of you for their records?’

‘Sure.’ She had something similar in place with Hattie’s nursery school.

He took a photograph of her on his phone. ‘Thank you.’

‘And you make sure you’re home in time to eat with us in the evenings.’

‘I have to w—’ he began.

‘Of course you have to work—I realise you have an empire to run.’ She tried to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. ‘But you’re the boss, so you can choose where you work. It doesn’t have to be in the office all the time. You have an Internet connection here.’ She folded her arms and gave him a challenging look. ‘So I want you here in time for dinner with us at six, and if you’re late I’ll make you eat cold, soggy, overcooked Brussels sprouts. And you won’t be able to refuse because it’ll be in front of Sienna.’

He looked utterly shocked. ‘Oh, my God. Eva didn’t tell me—’

‘—that I was even bossier than your mother?’ she finished.

His eyes widened. ‘How do you know my mother’s bossy?’

‘What’s sauce for the goose is most definitely sauce for the gander,’ she said. ‘You asked Eva about me—which meant I could ask Eva about you.’

‘I think,’ he said, ‘maybe I should have tried a different agency for Cindy’s temporary replacement.’

‘Tough. You’ve already asked Sienna and she’s made her decision.’

‘I want you to go by Cindy’s rules. Sienna needs structure and continuity.’

She needed love and laughter, too, Sophie thought, but didn’t say it. ‘Let’s try just a couple of tiny, tiny changes,’ she said. ‘Humour me. Spaghetti was all right tonight, wasn’t it?’

‘Well, yes,’ he admitted.

‘Good. Is there anything you really don’t like to eat?’

He said nothing, but she could guess what he was thinking and grinned. ‘Don’t worry. I won’t make you eat chicken nuggets or fish fingers with shaped potato products, peas and tomato ketchup. Hattie and Sam eat what Will and Mandy eat, so Sienna can eat what we eat. Plus, if she’s involved in making dinner, she’s more likely to eat it without a fuss.’

He frowned. ‘How do you know?’

‘My sister-in-law Mandy is a health visitor. I guess chatting to her, plus working at Anna’s nursery school, means I’ve picked up a few things along the way.’

‘I see. And I’m guessing you’ll be the first to see the new baby, too.’

She looked at him, eyes narrowed. ‘What new baby?’

‘I know about the IVF,’ he said.

She blew out a breath. ‘Eva blabbed.’

‘I made an educated guess and she filled in the gaps. Which I admit was probably underhand of me—I kind of let her think that you’d told me everything. But I like the fact you didn’t try to manipulate me with a sob story.’

Sophie wasn’t sure whether to be cross or relieved. ‘So now you know the circumstances, do you agree you would’ve done the same for your siblings?’