Undercover Princess

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“No,” Kathy said in her, I may sound friendly but I’m not taking any lip voice. “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m actually in dire need of one, this being my first full day at a new job, not to mention the fact that I’m thousands of miles from my home and my family. I was simply expecting to get my share of hugs from you and Douglas, that’s all.”

“We’re hug-challenged,” Stacy told her. “Sutherlands are pros at the air kiss—we embrace with as little body contact as possible. And when we want to get turned on, we shake hands, mostly because it reminds us of making a business deal.”

Stacy crossed the kitchen and gave Trey an exaggerated air kiss about three feet from his cheek. “Enjoy your day,” she said tightly. “Try to limit yourself to only three hostile takeovers today, okay, Dad?” She grabbed her skateboard and went out the door. The screen door banged shut behind her.

“Oh, dear,” Kathy said. “I’m sorry, I—”

“She’s right.” It wasn’t even seven-thirty, and Trey already had a pounding headache. “As a family, we’re…not very affectionate.”

“Well,” Kathy said, “if that’s something—as a family—that you’re not particularly happy with, then it might serve you well to figure out a way to change. Air kisses certainly serve their purpose, but they shouldn’t be for family.” She pushed open the kitchen door and leaned out into the hallway. “Doug! Even if you’ve cleaned them one at a time, you’ve got to be done with your teeth by now. Hurry, or we’ll be late.”

Trey finished his coffee as he watched Kathy hustle his son out the door.

“See you tonight,” she called to him, polite to the bitter end.

Maybe Kathy could teach them all how to hug. The thought was remarkably appealing but completely absurd. It was more than likely they were all beyond hope.

But then Trey remembered. This very morning, after Kathy had been here less than one day, Stacy had smiled and Doug had spoken.

His new nanny was a miracle worker. If anyone could achieve the impossible, it would be Kathy Wind.

The light was on in Trey’s tower office.

Katherine could see it from the arched windows that looked out onto the center courtyard as she gently closed the door to Dougie’s bedroom.

Doug was, without a doubt, the least talkative child she’d ever met. Besides his two words at breakfast, she’d gotten one “yes” and two “no, thank yous” out of him all day. But he’d handed her a pile of books to read as bedtime stories—all about dogs, of course.