DARREN“Is she okay?” Margaret rushed forward to peer into the face of the woman that was now collapsed in my arms.I was more concerned with the fact that the woman I was holding in my arms at the moment was the very same woman who had kissed me yesterday.“Get the guestroom open” I ordered.Margaret looked torn between obeying me and panicking.“Mr. Cross…”“I know what she drank.”“Guest room, Margaret.”She finally nodded and hurried away.I looked down at the woman in my arms.Isabella Foster and apparently, the nanny candidate.Life was indeed all shades of fucked up.I carried her upstairs and to the guest bedroom. She weighed almost nothing.Her head lolled slightly against my shoulder and a strand of red hair fell across her face.Without thinking, I brushed it aside then immediately wondered why the hell I had done that.I hadn't voluntarily touched a woman in years at least not beyond a handshake.The guest room door stood open by the time I arrived.I laid her carefully on
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