“I’ll make sure I’m home before you need to leave.”
Her brow wrinkles. “Don’t you need to work until the distillery closes?”
“I can work from home.”
“In your office filled with boxes of baby stuff?”
“I’ll unpack those.” Or send them back to my family when Adele returns to her mother. Eli must have found Daisy by now.
Her dog barks and Sloane stands to open the door for him. He runs inside and skids to a halt in the kitchen. He plops down on his ass and whines at Sloane.
“Sorry. I forgot about your breakfast.”
I stand. “Not a problem. I have some dog food left from the last time I watched Rhett and Dakota’s dog, Delphine.”
She finds two bowls and pours water into one while I fill the other with dog food. Once Boozer is settled, we return to our discussion.
“What do you think? Will you be Adele’s nanny?”
She points to her dog. “What about him? We’re a package deal.”
I love dogs. But I’ve never adopted one because I don’t want to be tied down. I want to be able to jump on a plane for theother side of the world without notice. But the spontaneity ship has sailed.
“As long as you clean up any accidents in the house, he can stay.”
“Deal.”
“Does this mean you’ll stay and be my nanny?”
“Until I figure out somewhere else to live.”
Works for me. I won’t have Adele forever anyway. “Deal.”
“And you let Boozer out at night when I’m working.”
“I can’t leave Adele alone in the house.”
She motions to the backyard. “The backyard’s fine.”
“Any more conditions you want to discuss?”
She drums her fingers on the table and I hold my breath. I need Sloane’s help. This is the perfect solution.
And you want her in your house.
I ignore the voice in the back of my mind. It doesn’t matter what I want when it comes to Sloane. She’s off limits.
She holds out her hand. “You have a deal.”
I clasp her hand and a spark ignites at the touch. Will sparks ignite if we touch elsewhere? What if I trail my finger down her long leg? Or plump her breast? And how would it feel to sink into her? My cock twitches.
This is a bad idea. I’m inviting temptation into my house, and I’ve never been any good at resisting temptation.
I grit my teeth and pull my hand away. I can’t give in. I need a nanny for Adele.
“Wah!”
Speaking of my baby girl, I hurry to my feet. “I’ll help you move your things in later,” I say as I run away.
