Mar 16, 2009 17:11
Getting back to the ironclad Love Inspired guidelines, we remember that male and female characters aren't allowed to be in the same house alone together without a chaperone overnight. Not the same room, or the same bed. The same HOUSE. And apparently, three-year-olds don't count as chaperones (although I bet most parents will tell you they are staggeringly effective at preventing people from banging. Little fuckers hate competition). So as Airplane Jumper Doctor Daddy is pondering whether he should hire Sarah, for like the third consecutive week (it's okay! The Hispanic housekeeper and her pidgin English are watching them and doing all the cooking and cleaning the house until he runs a background check with his government bounty hunter sister on the new nanny!), he thinks:
The house was big enough she could have all the privacy in her downtime that she desired. She'd mentioned needing every other Saturday night off. That worked well since he wanted to spend solo time with the boys too. And Mina would remain, so their arrangement wouldn't compromise Sarah's reputation.
Just wait till he finds out about her evil past! She certainly hasn't forgotten about it:
She made herself busy picking up stray toys. After all, she far from deserved a man like Aaron.
This is a thought I have never had about any of my employers. Ever. I guess that's why I'm an unrepentant big-city tramp and not a Love Inspired heroine. Although I doubt anyone has ever hesitated to hire me because I MIGHT HAVE BABIES SOME TIME. One more reason:
"What's so funny?" Sarah set the bags on the counter.
"Images of you performing silly dances when I walked up. You seem quite proficient at the Hokey Pokey."
Heat blasted her cheeks but she laughed regardless. "You can see in the windows?"
THEY'RE WINDOWS, YOU FUCKING MORON. MADE OF GLASS. WHICH IS TRANSPARENT. JESUS CHRIST ON A CANDY BAR.
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