“Why can’t I go home?”
“I want you here,” he says simply. “I want to talk when I get back.”
I swallow hard.
I should demand an explanation. Or just refuse to stay.
Instead, I say, “Okay.”
“Good girl.” Grayson gives me a panty-dropping smile.
I’m left standing there watching him leave with the amazing Kyle, law student by day, supernanny by night.
“Ahh!” I say out loud in frustration, stomping over to the couch and flopping on it.
Pulling a soft fleece blanket over me to combat the chill of the air conditioning, I punch a throw pillow a few times and lay my head on it.
“Get it together, Caro,” I mumble. “James and Cas are married. Grayson is preoccupied. And you’re moving to Colombia.”
Keep it simple.
CHAPTER13
Grayson
“It’s beena pleasure to meet you, Kyle,” I say, sticking my hand out. “I appreciate you meeting me and I’ll be in touch.”
She takes my hand and smiles. “Thank you.”
It’s a calculated move on my part. I want to touch her hand just to confirm that I feel zero attraction to this potential nanny.
And I’m right.
Nothing.
No spark.
I don’t get any vibe that she wants anything other than a job from me either, but even if she did, it wouldn’t matter. I’m confident I can treat her in a completely professional manner, even under the unusual circumstances of having her in my apartment when I’m sleeping.
The agency provided a background check on Kyle, but I’ll have my assistant Andrea run another one with a firm we use for hiring, just to be cautious. Evelyn seemed comfortable with Kyle, so I’m feeling a sense of relief.
We’re at the cafe that is on the same block as my apartment building and Evelyn is content in her stroller, getting lots of waves and smiles from patrons as they enter, mostly tourists seeking ice cream. She is, of course, frowning at them in return.
I’ve asked another nanny to meet me here in fifteen minutes. This is the one I’m considering for Caroline’s day shift.
The sooner I can find someone, the better.
I decide to text Caroline and tell her she can head home. It was selfish to ask her to stay, but I really want to talk to her about the fact that I want to fuck her six ways to Sunday. I can’t get her out of my head. I don’t know if I’m just wound too tight or if it’s the obvious fact that she’s gorgeous and sexy as hell, but I’m losing the battle with my self-control.
That’s half the reason I’m so eager to hire a new nanny. I can’t touch Caroline until I’ve hired her replacement because I can’t blur lines like that. Not with the person caring for my child. But I want to let her know where my head—and my dick—are at and see if she’s interested in me the same way I’m interested in her.
But she was clearly exhausted today, so I text her to let her know she should go home, feeling like an asshole that I didn’t do that in the first place.
My head hasn’t been on straight these last few weeks, but that’s still no excuse.
As I watch two teens act like scooping ice cream behind the counter is the hardest thing they’ve ever done in their entire lives—with lots of sighs and snail-like movements—I decide I want a cone for myself. I’ve been eating poorly since I’ve been in Honeysuckle Harbor. I need to cool it with the takeout and find some kind of fresh meal delivery service.
But that’s next week’s task.
