The Secret to a Successful Nanny--Ch. 8
It took a week or so before I started to feel truly comfortable in the house with Tom and Rhett. My employer seemed to get up with the sun, although I never heard an alarm or anything coming from his room. It seemed he had his own kind of internal clock that awoke him every morning. I could hear the gentle creaks of his footsteps in the hallway as he went downstairs and the soft opening and shutting of the front door as he went out. For the first few days, I wondered where he went.
One morning, about a week after I’d moved in, I got up at my usual time to clean up before I went downstairs. I might be living at the house and have my uniform clause waived in my contract, but that didn’t mean I was going to walk around looking like a ragamuffin. The primping didn’t take long, but I at least washed my face, brushed my teeth and put my hair up. After I got myself together, I went downstairs, the baby monitor with me, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Sometimes Rhett let me have breakfast in peace, other times he would wake halfway through and I’d have to go upstairs to get him.
I was lucky that morning. I made eggie-in-a-basket and sausages and sat down at the breakfast nook to eat in peace. My seat looked out over the back garden, and I couldn’t help but think of all the things I wanted to do out there. Rhett would probably enjoy just getting dirty even if he didn’t plant a single thing. I was almost halfway through my breakfast when the door opened quietly and Tom slipped inside.