“Oh, shit. There we go, boys. Damn, I think I just found my future wife.” Sam has heart eyes, staring across the field towards the stadium's back door.
“You say that about every woman you see, Samuel,” Bennett chuckles.
“Don’t full name me. The only people who call me that are Nathan and Mae… and my mother.” He rolls his eyes. “But nah, man, this is different. She is just… whoa.”
I follow Sam’s line of sight, blinking a few times to see Mae and Flo walking towards the field, and I know for a fact Sam isn’t talking about our ex-captain’s girlfriend.
My eyes gravitate towards Flo, skating up and down the entire length of her body. Her long as fuck legs. The way the sunlight hits her glowing, tanned skin and bounces off her clavicle. Her pouty lips that chew on the straw of the iced drink her hand is wrapped around.
I’d sure like her hand to be wrapped around something else, though.
I mentally berate myself for letting my thoughts go there, and I tune back in as Sam says, “I need to go and talk to her. Then, I’ll propose.”
My chest muscles ripple with dislike at Sam’s comment, because Flo isn’t just another woman for him to flirt and have a fling with. She’s my kid’s nanny.
She’s wearing a flowy summer dress—baby blue that matches her eyes, with white flower patterns splattered on it. The fabric hugs her, accentuating the curve of her waist, and the soft-looking cotton material moves along with her steps, brushing against her slightly red thighs.
She’s not even trying, and that’s the worst part, because she obviously looks effortlessly beautiful. It’s something that comes naturally to her. All the more reason not to want to be around the woman because I pride myself on the self-control I possess, and she seems to be poking holes in it.
After feeling like a creep for staring at her for a little too long, I rip my gaze away to see Sam still ogling her like she’s some kind of prized possession he’s about to steal.
“Whoisthat?”
“My nanny.”
Both Bennett’s and Sam’s heads whip to me. “Flo’s the nanny that coach was telling us about?” Bennett is a regular attendee of Nathan and Mae’s game nights, so he’s probably met her before.
“Well, Leo’s nanny.”
“Yeah, we got that, West.” He cackles. “So you're actually going to stick with this one, then?”
I’m about to give my default answer, which isprobably not, but my eyes are drawn to my son rushing up to Flo, hands full of mushed-up chocolate cake. He offers her the blob, and she flashes her perfect teeth down at him, taking the glob of chocolate from his hands with a thankful nod of her head.
I’m sure most people would recoil from the chocolate mess, but there isn’t even a flash of disgust in Flo’s ocean-like blues. In fact, she appears humoured as she lets it sit in her palm, melting and dripping onto the grass.
“That’s obviously a yes from Leo,” Sam snickers, eyes shifting over to me to see my drawn brows. “And a big no from you.”
I sigh. Is it a no from me? How can it be? What other reason do I have not to hire her besides that I’ll have to try to stay away from her for the next couple of months? Darrell won’t accept that. Finding her attractive isn’t enough.
This isn’t about me. It’s about my son, who’s finally found someone he likes and gets along with. Someone who actually pays attention to what he likes and dislikes, and doesn’t turn all of their attention on me the second I get home.
I tilt my head back to the sky and groan. “It’s not a resounding no from me. Yet.”
Bennett blows a raspberry. “Well, that sounds promising.”
“She’s sure to mess up soon enough. I can’t imagine she’ll be staying long.”
“If I had someone like that watchingmykid, I’d be staying home a lot more.” Sam winks at me, and I glare.
“Shut up. You probably have a million kids out there that you don’t know about.”
Sam fakes a gasp. “How dare you, Evan. I’m a responsible man, and I’ll have you know, I use protection. Maybe you could learn a few things?”
“Shut up before I rip that earring of yours out.” Moving away from the chuckling pair, I head over to Leo with a wet wipe, who has rushed back to the dessert table, cleaning off his chocolate-covered fingers. "Hold still, little lion."
He whines as I continue to wipe him, moving onto his smeared mouth, but the scent of apple and fresh flowers flows through the air, and I stand up to see Flo behind us, checking out the dessert table. She pops a raspberry in her mouth, and I try my hardest not to let my gaze flick down to her breasts that are looking far too perky in her sundress.
“Didn’t know you’d be coming to this,” I say as I hand her a fresh wet wipe to clean her chocolate-covered hand.
