Free Marrying the Northbridge Nanny by Victoria Pade Page A

South Street.
    Meg merely smiled, admitting nothing.
    “Rick Weaver was my age,” Logan recalled. “If you didn’t notice me, how come you noticed him?”
    It didn’t sound as if Logan liked that idea any better than she’d liked hearing that he thought Libby Weaver looked good.
    Meg reminded herself to keep her perspective, not to forget that being there with Logan was nothing but a friendly walk with her boss on a Wednesday evening.
    But she couldn’t help the charge it sent through her to think she’d gotten to Mr. Unflappable. Even just a little.
    “Rick Weaver mowed our next-door neighbor’s lawn for two summers before he graduated. Every Tuesday afternoon. In nothing but cutoffs. And my bedroom window looked straight out over it…”
    “Oh, that’s impure all right! What kind of a reverend’s granddaughter are you?”
    Meg merely smiled more and opted to twist the knife. “And if you’ll recall, Rick was into bodybuilding. In fact, I think he actually competes now.”
    “You’ve kept up on him?”
    Meg couldn’t help grinning at the increasing level of outrage that was sounding in Logan’s voice. Even if he was clearly exaggerating it and likely didn’t feel any genuine jealousy, she still thought she was getting to him.
    “Yep, I think I’m remembering that right—Rick Weaver became a professional bodybuilder. It’s something I heard a few years ago. I don’t know if it’s still true or not. But I’ll tell you what—for those two summers, I couldn’t wait for Tuesdays. There just must have been something about those Weavers…”
    “Not too ready to analyze your own youthful behavior, though, are you?” he accused.
    That made Meg laugh again. “A pubescent girl in a repressed household—there would have been something wrong with me if I hadn’t noticed the half-naked older boy mowing the lawn under my bedroom window. Unfortunately, one day when I was home alone I went outside while he was trimming and tried to talk to him. Poor Rick might have had a great body but he was sodumb he couldn’t even keep up with a thirteen-year-old’s conversation. It ruined it for me.”
    Meg thought for sure that Logan would have something to say to that that would keep this back-and-forth teasing going. Instead her comment left him quiet for a moment before he said, “Yeah, I guess we can’t all be super-brains and it’s a good thing for Rick that he had the body to get him by.”
    Had what she’d said sounded so derogatory that it had been offensive? She hadn’t thought so but maybe she was wrong.
    “But if what I’m remembering about Rick is right, he was pretty successful with the bodybuilding stuff,” she said to try to make amends. “That’s part of what I do in my not-the-nanny job—emphasize the strengths and find adaptations for the weaknesses so they can get by.”
    And now she was back to the protection of her expertise…
    Maybe she should just shut up.
    Then Logan surprised her with a glance sideways at her and said, “What’s your weakness?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Main Street isn’t long enough even going up one side and down the other to get through that list.”
    “Give me the top three.”
    “Chocolate,” she said because that seemed safe. “I eat chocolate at least three times a day, every day. And if there’s more stress, I eat more chocolate.” At that moment she would have killed for the thickest, darkest chocolate brownie topped with chocolate ice cream, fudge sauce and chocolate sprinkles…
    He smiled but now it was more indulgent and contemplative than the joking-around smiles of before. “I’m not talking about what you have a weakness for . I’m talking about what your weaknesses are . Top three.”
    “That’s a lot to admit to,” she said.
    “You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”
    That seemed fair. And like something that was venturing further into the personal than she was supposed to be going with him.
    But she decided that she would