“All right, then.” He browsed through the paperwork. “So, Miss Robbins, you’re from California.” That was the address she’d listed.
“Yes, Studio City. It’s in the San Fernando Valley north of Los Angeles.”
“Blackwater Lake is a long way from there.”
She smiled. “I can see that.”
He knew the Southern California neighborhood and it wasn’t far from the entertainment capital of the world. With a face like hers, she could be a starlet and he’d stake his professional reputation on the fact that she’d had no work done. The flawless skin and stunning features were nothing more than excellent genes.
Emma Robbins looked as if she belonged on a movie screen. Long, shiny brown hair streaked with gold fell past her shoulders. Her eyes were brown and framed by thick lashes. But it was her mouth that mesmerized him—full, sculpted lips made for kissing, and he couldn’t seem to drag his eyes away from them. That thought definitely hadn’t been vetted by his common sense.
“So, what brought you to Montana, Miss Robbins?”
“Vacation.”
“Have you ever been here before?”
“No.”
“What made you decide to come here? As opposed to, say, Hawaii?” He would bet she’d turn heads in a bikini. Although right now she looked like a preppy college girl with a white collar sticking up from the neckline of her navy pullover. Tailored jeans and loafers completed the look. “I’m just trying to get to know you.”
Was it his imagination or did she not quite look him in the eyes?
“This will sound corny, but one of my favorite books was set in Montana. I was between jobs and did some research. This town was advertised as the new and unspoiled Vail or Aspen. I wanted to check it out.”
“So, what do you think?” he asked.
“Words can’t describe how beautiful it is here,” she said sincerely.
That didn’t answer the question about whether or not she wanted to stay. “I need to be honest with you about my situation.”
“I would appreciate that, Dr. Flint.” The tone was firm, almost abrasively adamant, hinting that maybe someone hadn’t been truthful with her.
Justin could relate. “I brought my current nanny with me from Beverly Hills where my medical practice was.”
“Obviously there’s a problem or I wouldn’t be here.”
“If you call hating mountains, a lake, trees and blue sky a problem, then yes.”
She laughed. “I have nothing to say to that.”
“The issue has more to do with missing her grown children and the fact that one of her daughters is a month away from giving birth to her first grandchild.”
“That could distort your perception of the most majestic mountains ever and a lake and sky that are prettier than anything I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He thought so, too. “The thing is, I talked her into staying until either her replacement could be found, or two weeks prebirth. Kyle hasn’t known any other caregiver, and the change is going to be disruptive for him.”
“How old is he?”
“Ten months.”
She glanced at a photograph on his desk. “May I?”
“Please.” He handed her the frame.
“He’s a cutie. Just like his father.” She caught herself, then met his gaze. “I swear that wasn’t flirting. What I meant was, he has your eyes, and the shape of his face is all you.”
He took the photo back from her and smiled at the baby, pleased she thought Kyle had inherited something good from him. Hopefully his son would have better judgment in people, specifically women people, than his old man.