"Hold still, Riley," Maryanne sighs, trying to unbuckle the flailing child."No, play 'n snow." She squeaks as she is freed from her confines and tries to jump out of the car."No, now just wait. Let me put your jacket back on." This second step is more frustrating than the first as Riley continues to defy Maryanne by keeping her arms stuck to her sides."Now," Maryanne leans back for a second, huffing. Heat takes over her face, frustration taking hold of her body. "If you want to play outside, then you need to put your jacket back on, okay?"Riley's small cheeks puff out as she frowns, but reluctantly follows direction. "Thank you."Once the jacket is on, Maryanne makes sure that Riley's gloves and hat are all the way on before she allows the girl to exit the car and run right into the pile of snow across the driveway. She laughs as Riley picks up the clumps of the flakes and throws them in the air, giggling."Good afternoon, Miss Maryanne."Geneva exits the mansion, holding
As the morning light fills the mansion, Maryanne slowly makes her way down the steps. The house is bustling, and she can hear the lighthearted conversation between Jeff and Geneva echoing through the air. The smell of bacon reaches her nose and her stomach growls. Holding on to her abdomen, Maryanne makes her way down into the dining room, where Riley sits at the large table, Geneva placing eggs and bacon in front of her.Max stands to the side, his shoulders broad, his thick jaw clenched. His hair, usually slicked back, is down across his forehead. He turns toward her and she moves her gaze to his neck, so she does not have to look him in the eye."Good morning," Max nods softly.Maryanne only smiles back in greeting and pulls the ends of her cardigan closer before folding her arms."Please, sit down." Geneva ushers Maryanne to one of the chairs as several plates of food are carried in by Jeff. He is young, his long hair tied back in a bun.Max sits near Maryanne at the opposite
Maryanne dips further into the water, embarrassment causing her body to go numb. She should be yelling at him to get out, to look away. Maryanne holds any words at bay, not sure of what to say."Uh, I'm sorry," Max pivots away, his knuckles turning white as he grips the door knob tightly. Red tints his ears and he clenches his jaw. "I was trying to find you. I—no sorry—this is stupid, but Geneva left and won't be back until the morning."Maryanne wants to ask where she has gone, probably back home, but the fear that is now taking over Max's features has her overlooking that topic."What is it?""Riley is acting strange. I think she might be getting sick."It takes a moment for Maryanne to understand what he has said, as his face is turned away while he speaks."What, does she have a fever?" Fear begins to pound in her head."I'm not sure.""Well go get a thermometer," she commands, standing up abruptly as her mind races with thoughts of Riley being sick.Dizziness comes over h
Maryanne was not expecting to end up taking care of not only Riley, but also Max, on her weekend off. Although he has been adamant that he was not sick, Max quickly turned for the worse as the fever took over and the nausea began to build. Luckily Riley's stomach was not so active and she remained in bed, sleeping."Are you done," Maryanne calls through the closed door of Max's bathroom.He doesn't so much answer as grunt his reply.She opens the door cautiously, not sure what she would see. Breathing a sigh of relief as she notices he has made himself decent, she moves to his side as he wavers above the toilet."Come on," she places his arm around her shoulder. "Who would've thought that the great and powerful Max Ryder could be taken down by the common cold." She tries to laugh but the effort of making sure he doesn't fall is too great and she groans as he leans to the side."Miss, do you need help," Geneva rushes into the room, but hesitates, not knowing what to do."No, i
"Stop," Maryanne whispers, trying to control her emotions. She gently tugs on her hand, but Max refuses to release it.Luckily, he is too out of it to notice the shift in her mood. Why is he acting so kind and intimate? This is not like him."I only want to thank you," he rasps out. He opens his eyes once more, turning toward Maryanne. "I enjoyed spending time with you and Riley at the park. I hope we can do more together from now on."His grip tightens on her hand. She holds back the emotions that wage war against her reasoning. She cannot fall back into the trap that is Max Ryder. He has hurt her too much to be completely forgiven so easily. Instead, Maryanne takes a deep breath in and says, "As long as you don't get sick every time."Max tries to laugh through his coughs, but ends up wincing, "I'll try not to."Maryanne smiles down at him, her hand burning from the contact. She pats his arm, her heart racing. "Just try to rest, I am going to check on Riley.""Okay," he smi
As the doorbell rings, echoing throughout the mansion, Maryanne calls out, "I've got it." She descends the main staircase and walks across the main floor. "Miss, this is my job," Geneva huffs, trying to reach the door before her.She chuckles, holding out her hand to stop the maid, "Really, Geneva, it's fine. I can answer a door once in a while."Geneva pauses for a second, eyeing Maryanne before sighing and dropping her shoulders, "Okay Miss."Maryanne continues to smile as she opens the front door. That is, until she realizes who is on their front porch. "Shelley?"Her brow shoots up with a greeting before she slightly tilts her head and looks past her coworker. "Hey, how is everyone feeling?"What are you doing here?" Maryanne folds her arms and tries to take up as much of the doorway as possible.Shelley now resorts to shifting around, trying to look around Maryanne as much as she can. She even stands on her tippy toes. "Claire told us about you having to stay home.""Okay
Maryanne exits her room the next morning and finds Riley bouncing around her room, laughing and playing with her Barbies."Good morning Riley," she chuckles at the sight.The little girl squeaks and halts for a moment, heaving as she is out of breath. "Morning!""Let's go get you some breakfast."As they wander down the hallway together, towards the stairs, Max exits his room, buttoning up his suit."Oh, good morning." Maryanne dips her head, a blush forming up her neck. Max nods back, "Morning. How was your sleep?""I slept well, thank you. What about you?" As she notices him straightening his suit and smiling down at Riley, her next words tumble out. "Are you going out?""Oh, yeah. I've taken too many days off the last few weeks. I have to go into the office for the next few days to go through paperwork."Maryanne's heart drops and her shoulders lower with the disappointment. "Oh, okay."They descend the stairs together, entering the dining room side-by-side with Riley run
Maryanne slowly ascends the first staircase, her shoulders pinching to the point of agony. She stretches her arms the best she can from the confines of her winter jacket.She winces once she reaches the landing, her body aching. Tension builds in the base of her neck, a slight headache forming. She rubs it, trying to ease the pain as she walks down the hallway. She can hear the laughter echoing from Riley's play room and she finds herself smiling even before she sets her gaze on the girl.She tries to quietly open the door without interrupting what is happening on the other side. She peeks in and is surprised at the sight.Max's large frame is sitting on an overly small pink chair, the legs almost giving way. The equally small table in front of him consists of several miniature teacups and plates of fake muffins. Riley sits across from him, holding the kettle and pouring imaginary tea into all of the cups. They are giggling as Max talks to the stuffed animals lining the table."Oh