“How old are you?”
She flips her hair over her shoulder. “What difference does it make?”
She’s right. It doesn’t make any difference.
I inhale a deep breath and blow it – along with all my anger at the situation – out. Being angry and fighting with this woman is not going to help.
“Let’s start over. Hi, I’m Sloane. And your name is?”
“Are you Zane’s latest piece?” She rolls her eyes. “He’s such a player.”
I nearly nod to agree with her, but I’m actually not sure she’s correct. Not any longer, at least. Zane hasn’t had any interest in any women since I moved in with him, and it’s been a month.
Except you.
I push those thoughts away. I’m not going to reminisce over what Zane and I did while standing in front of his baby mama.
“I’m the nanny.”
“Nanny? And Zane hasn’t tried to sleep with you yet?”
I scowl at her.
She leans closer to study my face. “Although, you might be a bit old for him.”
“Old? I’m thirty-one.”
“Exactly.” She nods. “Old.”
She’s such a pleasant woman. What did Zane see in her? I scan her body. She has big boobs and a small waist. I think I answered my own question.
She glances at her watch. “I don’t have all day. My plane departs in a few hours.”
“I don’t care when your plane departs. You are not taking Adele.”
“She’s my baby. Do you understand?”
“I understand you gave birth to her. I also understand you abandoned her.”
“I didn’t abandon her.”
“You gave her to Zane and rushed off before he could ask you any questions.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m not a monster.”
“Abandoning your child with a man who didn’t know about her existence isn’t going to win you Mother of the Year.”
“I don’t know what the big deal is. The baby is obviously doing fine.”
“Adele,” I grit out. “Adele is doing well.”
“Are you going to give me my baby or are we going to stand outside on the porch and argue all morning?”
I scan our surroundings. Several of the neighbors are standing on their porches, eavesdropping on the drama playing out. I don’t want to be the cause of everyone on Smuggler’s Hideaway gossiping about Zane.
I step back and motion her inside.
She follows me into the living room and studies the area. “This place hasn’t changed a bit.”
