“And you’re…?”
Something sour crosses Kayla’s face. “I’m the nanny.”
“One of the rotating nannies,” Enzo clarifies, and a knot in my chest dislodges.
“So Luca is always with someone new,” I say.
“Yes.” Enzo manages to look guilty.
Huh.
Okay. That won’t work.
Enzo works all the time, and he’s putting Luca on a rotation of strangers. This nanny is more interested in watching Enzo than in watching Luca, and I hate it.
Kayla narrows her gaze. “You don’t get along with Enzo. I saw your interview. You said some un-teamlike things.”
“Oh.” I shift my legs, conscious of Enzo watching me.
“We’ve known each other a long time. Just a bit of teasing.”
She’s silent, scrutinizing me. I scratch the back of my neck.
Maybe I was too harsh on Enzo. Obviously.
I thought he was partying and distracted for no reason. I didn’t know his sister had died and that he was raising her kid on his own.
My kid.
“I want to talk with you,” I tell him.
His eyebrows lift.
“Outside.”
We leave the hotel room. The corridor is empty.
“You should have told me earlier,” I say.
“Well—”
I wave my hand airily. “I was difficult to reach. Where are you living in Boston?”
“The hotel the team booked in Cambridge.”
“All of you in a room?”
“Two rooms. I always have someone to help me.”
“My kid is introduced to new people each night when it’s dark and scary.”
“They’re highly qualified.”
“Like the superfan inside who spent the whole time talking to me and not attending to Luca?”
“Luca should be with his mother, but she’s…”
My heart twists. I don’t say the word dead. It echoes between us anyway even in the quiet corridor with its tasteful lighting and bold geometric carpet tile.
