His underwear hugs the lines of his thighs and gives a not-so-vague idea of what he’s packing between his legs.
I gulp.Lord, have mercy.
“Chase, meet your new nanny,” Maggie chirps.
Her words sling me back to reality.
No. No, no. no. This can’t be happening.
Chase doesn’t look at his mother. He doesn’t acknowledge that he hears a word she’s saying. Instead, he stares at me as if I’ve somehow overstepped my bounds.
“Megan, this is my son, Chase,” Maggie says as if she’s all too happy to make the introduction. “Kennedy’s dad.”
I gulp again. At the same time, my brain explodes with the weight of this information.
How is this possible?
How is Diesel Man the single dad?
Did he hear me say I thought he was hot?
I force a swallow down my very constricted throat.
Is Maggie going to put two and two together?
A silent wail echoes through my brain.
Kill me now. Someone, please put me out of my misery.
Chase lifts his chin, exposing the long lines of his throat. It’s entirely hotter than it should be, and I wonder somewhere in the back of my mind if he knows it and is doing it intentionally.
“A grumpy cat?” he asks, his brows lifting to the ceiling in displeasure mixed with surprise.
He heard me.
My cheeks flush as my conversation with Maggie replays in my head. Just as I’m about to excuse myself and flee, the corner of his lips twitch into a hint of a grin. It’s as if a button is pressed, and my shoulders fall.
“Yes, Chase,” I say, lifting a brow. “A grumpy cat.”
I grin, watching him try his best not to react to me. It’s a decent attempt. Too bad for him that I see right through it.
“Megan also said you were a total hottie,” Maggie says, nodding emphatically.
My cheeks burn from embarrassment.Guess she put it all together.
“Really, Maggie?” I ask.
“What?” she asks, her arms stretched out to her sides in a show of innocence. “You did say that, didn’t you?”
Chase crosses his arms across his chest. “Mother,” he says, his voice cool and calm. “Would you mind giving me a minute to get dressed?”
“Why are you standing in your skivvies anyway?” she asks.
He looks at her like he can’t believe they’re having this conversation. “Does it matter?”
“I guess not. We’ll be in the kitchen. Take your time, dear.”
I turn to leave the room when my gaze slams into Chase’s again. His eyes nearly burn holes into mine. They’re so intense—yet so absolutely unreadable—that I freeze.
