Breakfast and the school drop off go smoothly, but once the only living, breathing reason we’ve stayed strictly professional exits the car, the tension spikes.
I check my phone, and there are a couple of new messages from Callie.
Callie
Please tell me you listened to reason, aka me, and didn’t book a man-whore.
Mia
Stop saying man-whore!
Callie
OMG, you’ve booked one.
I need more hands on deck. I’m telling April.
Mia
CALISTA! Don’t you dare!
I haven’t. I swear.
Callie
Calista? Preston’s rubbing off on you already.
Anything else you two are rubbing ON each other?
I still stand by my suggestion of going in-house for the help you need.
I stare at my phone’s front camera and put it away, forever suspicious of being watched from now on. I need something to do. Singing off-key won’t cut it this time; I need a differentdistraction.
“Can I have your phone, please?” My palm’s already out to Preston.
He eyes me with both suspicion and curiosity, but hands it over, already unlocked. “What for?”
“I’m downloading your new schedule app. I’ll sync our accounts so I can update it when needed. And I’ll set alarms and reminders to make your life easier.”
“Oh.” He sounds surprised. As if no one’s ever done that for him before. “Thanks.”
I type quickly, uploading the calendar while biting my cheek. Then, I pick the most obnoxious ringtones I can find for his alarms. Sue me. Girl’s got to have some fun.
Back in business mode, I check the time. “Your first PT is scheduled to arrive at the house twenty minutes after our arrival.” He chuckles at me.
“You’re not fooling anyone, Miss Thorne. You’re a PA moonlighting as a nanny. I almost feel bad keeping you from bigger, better things.”
The word catches my attention. “Almost?”
“I’m not that good of a man, Mia. I’m starting to enjoy your company more than I thought I would. So no, I’m not letting you go just yet.”
Shut. Up. Heisflirting. And in broad daylight this time. I jerk my head toward the windshield before he can see the heat climbing my cheeks. Hot damn. And he’s good at it too. The man can sweet talk. If I wasn’t wearing trousers, my panties would’ve slid right off.
I’m still dealing with the aftermath of his words when he steers the conversation to a different topic. “What do you mean, myfirstPT?”
“I told you, I picked three. They’ll eachcome for a session, then you choose the one you prefer to carry on with.”
He leans back in his seat, amused. “Don’t complicate things, Mia. I’m sure today’s trainer will be perfectly fine. Might as well cancel the others.”
