A Little Christmas Magic Read Free Page B

high-heeled shoes and a dress that was trailing around her ankles.
    She was so obviously unsuitable that it was deeply disappointing. He’d have to go through the motions of an interview, though—if only to have ammunition for theargument he’d have to have with his mother later. Her whispered impression had been very succinct.
    She’s lovely. Give her the job, Adam.
    How had this musically inclined waif managed to impress Catherine so much in such a short time?
    ‘So …’ He did his best to summon a smile. ‘You’re fond of animals, then?’
    ‘Mmm.’ She was smiling back at him. She had blue eyes, he noted. And brown curls that had a reddish glint where the light caught them. ‘I am.’
    ‘And children?’
    She nodded enthusiastically. ‘I like children, too.’
    ‘Do you have any experience with them?’
    ‘I’ve taught music classes. And … and I had a job working with children over a Christmas period a while back. I loved it.’
    Because she’d never quite grown up herself? How many adults would use a word like ‘icky’ with such relish?
    ‘But you’ve never been a nanny?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘Do you have any younger brothers or sisters? Friends who have small children?’
    ‘N-no.’ The smile was fading now.
    ‘Do you have a full driver’s licence?’
    ‘Yes. I’ve got a motorbike licence, too.’
    The image of this child-woman astride a powerful two-wheeled machine was disconcerting.
    ‘I’ve even got a heavy-vehicle licence. I had a job driving a bus once.’
    Maybe that image was even more of a worry. How had she had the strength to even turn such a large wheel? Or was it the overlarge sleeves on her pullover that made her arms look so frail?
    ‘Can you cook?’
    ‘Well … I did have a job in a restaurant once. I—’
    But Adam was shaking his head. ‘How old are you, Emma?’
    ‘Twenty-eight.’
    Really? Only a few years younger than he was? Hard to believe but the surprise wasn’t enough to disturb his train of thought. ‘Just how many jobs have you had?’
    ‘I don’t know,’ Emma admitted. ‘Quite a lot. I tend to like part-time or temporary work. That’s why this job appealed so much. It’s only for a few weeks, isn’t it?’
    ‘Aye.’ But just because he only needed help on a temporary basis it didn’t mean that he wanted to employ someone who was incapable of commitment or even reliability, did it?
    Perhaps he should have tried to find something permanent instead of a stop-gap, but who went looking to move and start a new position in the weeks right before Christmas? How many people wanted to move to an isolated Scottish village anyway?
    His mother was due to drive to Edinburgh tonight, ready for an early departure tomorrow. If he didn’t take a chance on Emma, she would cancel her trip and she’d miss the birth of her new grandchild. She’d be miserable and Adam would feel guilty and the children would pick up on the tension and it could quite likely spoil Christmas for all of them. Not that Adam had found much joy in the season in recent years but the children were his priority now, weren’t they?
    And Emma had made Poppy giggle with that ridiculous word.
    That delicious sound of his daughter’s merriment echoed somewhere in the back of his head and it wasenough to soften the disappointment that Emma was so unsuitable.
    ‘It
is
only for a few weeks,’ he heard himself saying aloud. ‘But … ach …’ The sound encompassed both defeat and frustration. How bad could it be? He really only needed a babysitter for the hours he had to be at work. ‘Fine. The job’s yours if you want it, Emma.’
    ‘Oh …’ Her eyes widened with surprise. ‘Yes. Please. But … don’t you have other people to interview?’
    ‘You were the last.’ She didn’t need to know that she had also been the first, did she? ‘I’ll lock up here and then we’ll head off.’ He looked at the unusual luggage on the floor beside Emma’s chair. ‘Is that all you’ll