Then Came You (The Wilde Sisters #2) Read Free

of women who thought fake baking all year long was attractive, and good for them, but Thyme preferred to get her tan from the golden globe in the sky.
    Mr. Surfer God mentioned flying in tonight. From Heaven? Does Heaven have beaches? The lingering look he gave her when she first opened the door turned her loins to a wet mush and her arms into limp noodles. She knew her robe had gaped open but the sexual tension shooting from his sexiness sucked the energy right out of her.
    There was a slight moment of clarity when she realized she was standing in the doorway half-naked flirting with a complete stranger. Not that that was out of the ordinary for Thyme. She loved men. Loved to flirt. Loved to flaunt. Loved to have fun.
    She flittered from job to job, loving the freedom in her life, never feeling tied down. But this job was different. And no matter how delicious Grayson Montgomery looked standing on the doorstep silhouetted by the porch light, her job was to care for Maddie. The stranger would have to go.
    It wasn’t until he mentioned the Davenports’ family attorney that she remembered she was a nanny paid to care for a sleeping, orphaned girl, where she was, and that the six-foot surfer was Maddie’s father.
    “Oh my God.” Thyme stepped back and gestured Grayson into the living room.
    Mr. Summers hinted that there would be no custody battle over Madeline Davenport, that her well-being had already been determined by her mother, but never in a million years would Thyme have guessed that the little girl wasn’t the biological daughter of the happy couple.
    Sure, they were older, in their mid-fifties, but she figured the girl was theirs. Maddie had her mother’s lips and mannerisms and her father’s coloring. Blonde hair, green eyes. Just like…
    Grayson stepped into the foyer and down the step into the sunken living room. His large frame took up too much space. Chilled to the bone with the realization the Davenports weren’t her miracle couple, Thyme moved over to the dying fire and added another log. How could Bethany have…How could Grayson have…?
    Thyme shook her head. “So, how many illegitimate children do you have running around? Or was Bethany and Eric’s the only relationship you destroyed?”
    “What? No. I…” Grayson seemed at a loss for words. “May I?” He gestured to the sofa and didn’t sit until Thyme nodded. His long frame looked ridiculous on the chic furniture, his knees coming up too high, the back of the sofa barely reaching his armpits. If Grayson leaned back his shoulders would hit the wall. Eric Davenport hadn’t been a large man, the furniture fitting him perfectly. The men were as opposite as could be. Except in coloring. “I had no idea.”
    “No idea? Bethany and Eric have been…were married for like, thirty years! I’ve only known them for a few months but I’ve seen pictures and see how they are…were…together. They loved each other totally and completely, so don’t think you can come in here and turn Maddie’s life upside down. Hell, it already is.” Thyme punched the wall and shook her knuckles when they instantly burned with pain.
    “Trust me, that’s not my plan. Look, Ms. Wilde—”
    “Seriously.” Thyme snorted. “This isn’t 1842. Call me Thyme.”
    Grayson nodded and pushed himself to standing, visibly nervous. “Thyme. Honestly, I had no idea about any of this until just a few hours ago. I didn’t know Bethany.”
    “Really? Was it one of those, oops, I slipped moments?” She didn’t care how vulgar she sounded. Thyme was mad at this man for ruining her image of the perfect family. God knew how messed up her parents were. They resented having kids, too in love with each other to be bothered with parenting. It didn’t surprise her or her sisters when their parents said they wouldn’t make Rayne’s wedding, and had yet to meet their grandson. Finally, I meet a couple who represented everything I wished I had and tall, blond, and gorgeous has