The Adderlys left and Tara went inside the house. The first thing she did was check on Billy. He was asleep in his crib. She pulled the covers up round his neck and went back downstairs. She hadn't eaten supper, and she was feeling hungry. She went to the kitchen and fixed herself a sandwich. She was just pouring some milk when Jack Adderly walked in.

One look and Tara knew she was in trouble.

Jack Adderly was nothing like his brother. Jack was in his twenties, tall and muscular. He had black, wavy hair and brown eyes that seemed to look right through the light blue summer dress she had on. She had the sudden feeling that he could see the color of her bra and panties.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Tara Bishop," she answered. Her voice trembled. "I'm watching Billy tonight."

"Working girl, huh?" he said. "Well, how about fixing me a sandwich?"

She started to tell him that she wasn't a servant, but there was something about this young man that demanded to be obeyed. She fixed him his sandwich. He ate it quickly and asked for another. She fixed him two more before he was satisfied.

"You eat a lot," she said, nibbling at her own sandwich.

"I'm a growing boy," he said. "I need to keep up my strength. The pros are going to be looking at me this yen. I'm one of the best linemen in college."

"Lineman," she asked.

"Football, baby. Where have you been?"

She was a cheerleader at her school, but she really didn't know that much about sports. She didn't know why but just being near him was confusing.

"Do you dance?" he asked suddenly.

"Dance?" she asked.

"Come on, honey. I know a pretty thing like you must dance. Dave's got some great records. Let's play a few."