The Summer of Sunshine and Margot(6)

“Yes. I’ve read three books on ants and they’re very smart and they work hard. I want to build the world’s biggest ant farm.”

“Okay, then. That’s what we’ll do. We should probably start small,” she told him. “Get a regular-size ant farm and see if we can make it work. Then we’ll add on.”

His mouth began to curve in the most delightful smile. “I thought girls didn’t like ants.”

“I don’t want them crawling in my bed, but I think an ant farm is super cool.”

The smile fully blossomed. Connor ran toward her. She pulled the eight-year-old close and hugged him, telling herself if adoring her new charge qualified as breaking her no-heart-giving rule, then she was willing to live with the disappointment. Connor was irresistible.

He released her and stepped back, nearly slipping off the path and into a tall, aggressive-looking succulent that no doubt had an impressively long Latin name. Sunshine shifted her weight, gently grabbed his arm and spun him out of the way of impalement. Connor barely noticed.

“You’re going to tell me that you have to ask my dad, huh?”

“I am. We’re talking about being responsible for several hundred life-forms. That’s a big deal.”

“You’re right.” He paused, then giggled. “Can I be their king?”

“Of course. Maybe we can teach them to chant ‘All hail Connor.’”

Connor laughed. The desert garden section at The Huntington’s acres of gardens was his favorite. Given that Connor’s father was a landscape architect, Connor and Sunshine both had memberships and in her three weeks of employment as Connor’s nanny, they’d been four times. So far all they’d visited was the desert garden, but she was okay with that. Eventually Connor’s interests would broaden.

He squatted in front of a reddish plant apparently called terrestrial bromeliad and studied it.

“You start school on Monday,” he said.

Something Sunshine didn’t want to think about. Part of her plan to avoid bad relationships and shift her life onto a happier and more positive course meant going to college. Not back so much, as that implied she’d been at one in the first place.

“I do.”

He glanced at her. “Are you scared?”

“I am. Well, maybe scared is strong. I’m nervous.”

“Do you think all the other kids will be smarter than you?”

She grinned. “I wouldn’t have put it like that, but yes, in part. And they’ll be younger.”

He stood up. “As young as me?”

“I think a little older, but certainly not my age.”

She was thirty-one and had absolutely nothing noteworthy to show for her years on the planet. How sad was that?

Connor took her hand. “You don’t have to be scared. You’re smart, too, and we can do homework together.”

She touched his nose. “You’re in third grade. You don’t have much homework.”

“I’ll sit with you and read about ants.”

And this, she thought with a sigh, was why he’d won her heart. Connor was a good kid. He was funny and kind and affectionate. He’d lost his mother to cancer a few months ago and while his father obviously cared about his son, he had a big, impressive job that took a lot of time. Declan had hired a series of nannies, all of whom Connor had rejected within a week. For some reason, the two of them had clicked.

“Come on,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “Let’s head home. I’m going to make lasagna roll-ups for dinner.”

“What’s a roll-up?”

“It’s all the lasagna goodness rolled up in a noodle.”

His gaze was skeptical. “You’re going to put vegetables in the recipe, aren’t you?”

She grinned. “Yes. Zucchini. Skinny little zucchini French fries.”

“How skinny?”

She thought for a second. “Ant size.”

He sighed. “Okay, but I won’t like it.”

“As long as you eat it.”

  An hour and a half later, Sunshine put a completed salad into the refrigerator and glanced at the clock. According to a text from Declan, he was planning on joining them for dinner. She’d set the table for three, but honestly, she wasn’t holding out much hope. Her boss was in the middle of a big project—something about designing the gardens of a new five-star hotel just north of Malibu. Not only was the job time consuming, there was actually no good way to get to Pasadena from anywhere by the beach without dealing with miles of gridlock and hours stuck in traffic. More than once he’d texted to say he would be home in time for dinner only to call her an hour later to say he was still on the freeway and to start without him.

Sunshine didn’t mind when it was just her and Connor, but she knew the boy missed his father when he wasn’t around.

Once he got home, Declan spent the rest of the evening with his son and he was the one to get Connor ready for bed. They were obviously close, which was good. Still, the whole situation remained slightly awkward for her. Normally by the three-week mark of a job, she was comfortable in the house and had a set routine. She and Connor were doing great, but she’d barely seen Declan and they hadn’t talked and she really had to tell him they should have a sit-down at some point. Maybe in the next couple of days.