Wilder gulps and I bite back a smile.
Rookies.
Seriously.
But he leaves without further words, and thankfully the room is almost empty so no more shit is heaped my way.
And the boundary has been set.
So this should be the end of this shit withthe nanny.
Instead, as King starts to walk out, he pauses, leans closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “So…she’s totally hot, right?”
Christ. Why did I ever think these guys would behave?
Smothering a groan, I rub a hand down my face. “Fuck off, man or I’ll start talking about Rory.”
He laughs. “No, you won’t.” A beat. “Because you’re a nice guy.” His expression goes deadly cold. “And because I’ll kill you before you even get the first word out.” Then he saunters his ass out the door.
I scowl.
He’s not wrong about any of it..
None of them arm.
The problem is that they’reright.
Finn is fucking beautiful.
With striking hazel eyes and deep chestnut hair that seems to fall forward and get in her eyes every five minutes, as though it refuses to be contained, no matter how tight her ponytail is. She’s always tucking it behind her ears or impatiently scraping her hand across her face, brushing the strands back.
I’ve found myself fighting the urge to do it for her more than once.
And that’s not even mentioning those curves of hers, and maybe the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen?—
Aside from Chloe’s that is.
Something I’ve seen more in the last two weeks than I’ve seen in the previous two years.
Ever since Anna died.
So yeah, she’s good for my daughter.
Reallygood.
Too bad she won’t be around for longer than the season.
Already, the idea of finding someone to replace her seems overwhelming. But when I finally realized Chloe and I couldn’t keep on like we were keeping on with piecemeal babysitters and my friends chipping in to watch her when I was traveling, I didn’t have a lot of time to find someone.
Especially someone as good as Finn.
I got lucky, Chloe’s happy—and that matters more than anything.
“Hey Calder,” Coach Diana Connors (or Coach Dee as we all call her) says as I step onto the ice.
I pause. “Yeah?”
“Is Chloe around?” She hitches her thumb down the hall in the direction of her office. “I bought some new coloring books.”
