Chapter 48 The nanny chapter eleven

　　Efua tried not to be happy about Jason’s broken engagement.

　　She tried very, very hard.

　　She wasn’t entirely successful, though.

　　She was so unsuccessful that she actually dreamed about him that night. She couldn’t remember details but, just before she woke up, she had a vague awareness of images of his face, his eyes, his broad shoulders and the sense of how he felt—his warmth, his strength, his distinct presence. She woke up flushed, her blood racing in excitement, and she strained to bring the dream back to her, wanting torelish in it before full consciousness dragged her back to her senses.

　　It was hopeless. The dream was gone. She stared up at the plaster curlicues on her ceiling and reminded herself that Jason wasn’t hers and would never be hers that way.

　　She told herself these feelings were normal and natural. Maybe any woman would feel the same way in her situation—grow too attached to her employer when their situation felt so domestic.