David studied her. She was…soothing, he decided. Her feathers didn’t ruffle easily.

“May I ask the nature of your business?” she asked.

“My brother and I own Falcon Motorcars.”

“I’ve never heard of that make.”

“They’re custom-made. Our clients aren’t the average car buyers, so we don’t need to advertise. Most buyers are European, which is why I’ve been out of the country more than I’ve been home the past few years. Which is also why I’m looking for someone to take charge of things here, personally and professionally.”

“Denise said you want a live-in.”

A wife without the sex was what he wanted. Someone experienced, efficient and of a certain age. “That’s a requirement. Is that a problem?”

“Not at all.”

“Given the time difference between California and the continent, you might be awakened during the night to take care of business for me, or work until midnight, or get up at four.”

“I can do that.”

“How are your computer skills?”

“Denise tested me on five different programs. I assume the results are in my folder.”

He found the report and read it, letting her wait, testing her patience. She didn’t fidget. “Why did you leave your last job?”

“Sexual harassment.” She said it as easily as she might have said she’d gone to the grocery store.

He flattened his hands on top of the folder. “Did you file suit?”

Again that slight smile touched her lips. “I was accused of sexual harassment.”

David looked her over once more. Was that the reason for the buttoned-up outfit she wore? Beneath it was a slender, attractive body, he could tell. And maybe with her hair down and some makeup on, she would look sexy. She didn’t want to look sexy? “Were you guilty?”

“Quite the opposite.”

He let that information sink in. “He was harassing you?”

She nodded once, sharply, the only outward indication of how much the situation bothered her.

“Why didn’t you report him?”

“I did. That’s when he turned it around to me instead. Look, it’s dead and buried for me.”

“Is it? I would imagine it’s followed you and made it difficult to find a job,” he said, knowing how such things worked.

She hesitated, then gave a taut smile.

Pride. He understood it all too well. “Let me share my recent experiences,” he said. “My last housekeeper stole from me. My last four administrative assistants left because of pregnancy or child-care-related issues, each of them at just about the time they were fully trained. Frankly, I’d pretty much decided this time around to hire a woman beyond childbearing age. You don’t fit that qualification.”

Her stark disappointment flashed, but he couldn’t let that interfere with his decision-making process. “As much as I’d like to hire you—”

His cell phone rang. He would’ve ignored it, except it was his brother Noah, the only caller David couldn’t ignore. “Excuse me a moment,” he said, then left the room.

Valerie waited for David Falcon to shut the door before she closed her eyes. As much as I’d like to hire you. His mind was apparently made up. Her hands shook; her mouth went dry. She was at the end of her already short rope. If she didn’t get this job she didn’t know what she was going to do. She’d used every penny of her meager savings. Her credit card was maxed out. How could she convince him to hire her?

She was this close to being homeless, although a homeless shelter might be better than the apartment complex where she lived, in a part of town where drive-by shootings weren’t uncommon. This job would mean a steady income and a safe place to live. For her and—

“Sorry about that,” David said, returning. “As I started to say, as much as I’d like to hire you, given your job skills, I’m hesitant. I would need your assurance that you won’t be taking off to get married anytime soon. I need to know you’re not pregnant or intending to get pregnant anytime soon. I would be hiring you to take care of me—my house and my business—not a baby.”

Valerie clenched her hands. She still had a chance. Say the right thing. Say the right thing. “I’m not even dating anyone, so the issue of marriage is nonexistent. Which would also, therefore, mean no pregnancy or babies in sight. However, I do have a daughter, Hannah. She’s eight.” Valerie saw his eyes dull with disappointment. “She’s a quiet, obedient child, I promise you.”

She waited for lightning to strike her for the fib, then continued to plead her case. “My daughter doesn’t require the care that a baby does. You won’t even know she’s there.”

Valerie had her own reasons for not letting Hannah get close to him, anyway. “Just give me a chance to prove myself,” she said, trying not to beg.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving hers. She didn’t look away, either. Please hire me. Please.

“Let’s try it for a month,” he said at last.

Emotions tumbled through the desert of what her life had become. She couldn’t even speak.

“I’ll pay your rent for where you’re living now so that you have a place to go back to if it doesn’t work out.”

She wouldn’t move back to that hellhole under any circumstances. She swallowed against the still roiling emotions. “It’s not necessary. I was going to look for a new place anyway.”

“All right. You’ll be living in a cottage behind the main house, and it’s fully furnished, including all the kitchen things. I’ll arrange for some movers and a storage unit for your belongings.”

A cottage? Their own space? “My apartment came furnished. I have very little to transport.” She and Hannah had moved so many times, they had the routine down pat.

“You’re making this very easy, Ms. Sinclair.”

“Valerie. It’s my job to make your life easy.”

“If you can pull that off, you’re a miracle worker.”

He stood; she did, as well. Apparently when he made up his mind, that was that.

“How soon can you start?” he asked.

“Where is your house?”

“In Chance City, close to Grass Valley and Nevada City. Are you familiar with the area?”

“Not much. I know it’s a Mother Lode location from the gold rush era.”

“Right. It’s beautiful country, but the house itself is a little isolated.”

“Isolation doesn’t bother me.” They would be about an hour north of Sacramento. Clean air, and stars at night. Trees. Their own cottage. “I can be there tonight.”

“I’ll send someone to help.”

“I can manage, thanks.” She smiled, hopefully diverting him from becoming insistent on helping her. She really didn’t want anyone associated with him to see where she lived.

The tiredness in his face smoothed out—his very handsome face, she finally realized, admiring his tall, athletic body.

“Whatever expenses you incur in moving out, I’ll pay. Just let me know how much.”

“Thank you.”

“And if everything works out, I’ll buy out your contract from At Your Service. Falcon Motorcars would become your employer, so you’d have benefits.”

Benefits. Valerie wished he would leave so that she could sit down. An internal earthquake had her trembling. She was surprised he couldn’t see it.

She’d been without health insurance for the year that she hadn’t been able to find permanent work. “Feel free to start putting through the new-employee paperwork,” she said.

“You’re very sure that things are going to work out.”

“Three things you’ll learn about me, Mr. Falcon. I’m competent, I’m reliable and I’m loyal. I also know I have to prove myself.”

“You can call me David.” He pulled a large envelope from his briefcase and handed it to her. “You’ll find a map to the house inside this envelope, and some general instructions. A few forms you need to fill out. A key to the cottage, in case I’m not there when you arrive.” He gestured toward the door. “I’ll walk you out.”

“I think we both probably have to talk to Denise.”