He needed someone to come along to New York. He didn’t want to bring one of the other nannies. None of them have agreed to a full twenty-four-hour—or more—long shift. He didn’t ask any of them about doing that if needed.
Maybe he should have, but again, Grayson’s just recently gotten organized.
He didn’t want to try to hire someone here. That would have been ridiculous.
He should have left her in Honeysuckle Harbor with his parents, but he wanted to see how she’d do on the plane. Or so he said.
I didn’t want him to bring one of the other nannies either, so I’d easily agreed to come along.
But now that we’re here, it feels…not weird, just a little confusing, I guess.
My phone rings and I gratefully pull it from my pocket. Distraction. That’s exactly what I need.
“Hello?”
“Is this Caroline?”
I don’t recognize this woman’s voice. “It is.”
“Caroline, this is Andrea. I’m Mr. Ross’s executive assistant.”
“Uh, hi.” Is Grayson okay?
“I’m going to be sending the company car over for you and Evelyn,” Andrea says
“Mr. Ross would like you to join him at the office for lunch.”
I frown. Grayson said nothing about lunch at the office. “Oh, I don’t think that’s right,” I start. “He didn’t?—”
“He just decided,” Andrea interjects.
“Oh.”
“I can’t believe Evelyn is in town with him and he didn’t think he should bring her over here,” Andrea said. “I swear that man doesn’t think. I was here when she was initially dropped off, you know.”
I look down at Evelyn. “I didn’t, actually. I?—”
“Yes. So obviously I need to see her. I’m so glad things are going well, but I want to get my eyes on her.”
“Well, I can assure you?—”
“The car will be there in fifteen minutes.”
I stop. Clearly, I’m not going to get out of this. Andrea works for Grayson. She’d have to be pretty headstrong to do that job, I suppose.
“And it would be very good for Felicity to see Grayson with his daughter and girlfriend,” Andrea goes on.
Girlfriend? Hang on. But Andrea obviously got my number from Grayson, and I don’t know what he told her about me. Maybe he used the word girlfriend to make things…easier? Maybe that’s a simpler explanation for some reason than calling me the nanny. Maybe if he’s moving back to New York, it’s easier to explain a break-up than firing a nanny when he arrives here without me in a couple of months.
I don’t know if that makes sense, but explaining that I’m the woman who was Evie’s nanny for a week but I’m now just the woman he’s casually fucking with two other men, temporarily, isn’t really a quick, easy explanation either.
“Who’s Felicity?” I finally ask.
“He hasn’t told you?”
I want to ask why Andrea thinks Grayson would have told me but…
Well, fuck it. “Why would he have told me?”
