“Well, that’s great,” I say. My blood pressure rises at Mom’s assumption that my opinion doesn’t matter—and the fact that I’m grasping for control. Probably mostly the latter. “ButIdon’t know her. I don’t know anything about her. Maybe I don’t want?—”
“Okay,hold on a second,” Megan says. The fire in her eyes burns a straight line to my cock. “First, I’m standing here, so please don’t talk about me like I’m not. Second, I don’tneed youeither. And after listening to your rant, I’m not sure I want to work for someone with such a ...”
“A what? Go on. Finish it.”
She narrows her eyes. “A bad attitude.”
“I don’t have a bad attitude,” I fire back.
Mom sighs. “Yes, you do.”
“Mom,please…”
Megan bites her bottom lip. Sometimes people do that when they’re thinking. Megan’s thinking all right—she thinks she’ll get me to crack. To give in. To backtrack and apologize.
Not happening.
“Okay, let’s look at it like this,” I say, approaching the problem from another angle. “How am I supposed to trust a woman with my child who thoughta hairbrushwas an acceptable weapon?”
“It was all I had.”
“You were unprepared.”
She huffs. “Hardly. I wasresourceful.”
I roll my eyes.
“Fine.Let’s look at it like this,” she says, her voice growing cocky as she throws my language back at me. “Why shouldItrust a man who threatened to leave me sitting in the middle of a darkened cornfield?”
Mom gasps. “You better not have.”
Megan’s lips purse together. “MaybeIneed to rethink this commitment.”
“I didn’t threaten to leave you. I told you I’d leave you to your own devices because you thought I woulddo something bad to you. There are two reasons for that—one of them being trust issues,” I say, smirking. “You didn’t automatically trust me either, sweetheart. Hell, you barely trusted yourself.”
Megan narrows her eyes. I give her a smug grin that only irritates her more. And that only makes her hotter, which is a problem I can’t remedy—a problem I’m not willing to extend over a month.I’m not Luke.I’m not a glutton for punishment with no responsibilities and lots of time on my hands.
“I could barely trust myself? Are you projecting, Chase,dear?” Megan asks. The pulse of her jaw negates the sweetness in her voice.
“I—”
“I think you two are getting off topic,” Mom says.
“This is Megan’s comfort zone,” I say, my eyes not leavingthe nanny’s. “She letsChrislead her astray all the time.”
She grins. “Oh, are you jealous of Chris? Is that what this is?”
“Chris doesn’t know jack shit.”
“Chris is practically a superhero, thank you very much.”
I scoff.
“Will you twopleasestop it?” Mom says with a giant sigh. “You’re fighting like an old married couple.”
Megan gives me a final glare before turning to my mom. “I’m sorry, Maggie.”
“No apologies needed,” Mom says, patting Megan’s shoulder as she walks by. “I know this situation is stressful for all of us.Right, Chase?”
