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The waitress rushes off and Kinsley leans forward.
“You know, you shouldn’t go adding thirty pounds just yet. Something might come through.”
“Then I’ll count the days along with my pounds,” I joke.
Chapter Six
LIAM
I’m sitting at my desk trying to get some work done but I can’t stay focused because I keep checking the time so I can go and pick the kids up from school. It’s been two weeks since I interviewed Sasha and I’ve been telling myself to call her every day so I can focus on my work. I always tell myself I’m going to call, but then I never do. She was the only one who applied, which doesn’t leave me with much of a choice, but part of me wishes an older lady would have come along. Someone who’s raised kids of her own and knows what she’s doing. Sasha is young, and I wonder if she’s too young to take on this amount of responsibility. The only thing she has going for her is that she’s young enough to keep up with the kids. My kids never stop, and they wear me out daily.
If I had hired her two weeks ago, this wouldn’t be an issue right now, but I didn’t, so I’m still stuck fighting myself on being a good Dad and running my company at the same time. I check the clock again; it’s nearly time to get up and go collect the kids, which means the rest of my evening will be full of making snacks, cleaning up messes, and playing ref for their fights.
Pushing away from my desk, I grab my wallet, phone, and keys, and head toward the truck. Climbing behind the wheel, I start the engine and shift into reverse. The day is sunny and warm, and the sun feels good against my skin. It’s the type of day I used to live for, until I decided to pick a career that leaves me sitting in front of a computer every waking moment. If I can ever catch up and get my work back on track, I’ll start taking evenings and weekends off so I can actually enjoy a nice day like today. Hopefully, that’s something I can do once I get a nanny in here.
I drive through town and wave at the people I pass. I make it over to the school and of course, nearly every parking spot is taken. Don’t any kids ride the bus anymore? I manage to wedge into a small space, and I kill the engine and climb out of the truck, walking down the sidewalk along the school to the doors where pre-k and kindergarten are released.
As I stand waiting for the children to come out, another parent steps up to my side.
“You’re Xander’s Dad, right?”
I look over at her and nod. “Yes.”
She smiles. “Oh good. I’m Sarah’s mom. Our kids are in the same class.”
She gives me a minute to reply, but I just nod, not knowing who her daughter is or why it’s important.
“Anyway, Sarah will be having a birthday party next weekend at our place and she wants to invite Xander. She’s crazy about him. However, I can’t send an invitation to just him, we have to invite the whole class. So, if you don’t have any plans,” she says, digging into her purse. “Sarah would love it if you’d come by for the party. It’s some video game theme.” She hands it over and laughs. “I can’t keep up with it, but apparently all the kids are into it.”
“Okay, thanks,” I say, taking the invitation. “I’ll have to look at the calendar and see if anything is going on.”
I see her eyes move up my chest and settle on my eyes, and her smile gets a little wider. “Please do. The kids are going to have a ball and us adults, well, we can just hang outside and enjoy a few drinks.”
I smile and nod once, now feeling a little awkward.
I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. “Excuse me,” I say, stepping away.
I dial her number and put the phone to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Sasha?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“This is Liam Trenton. I was just wondering if you were still interested in the nanny position?”
“Oh, yes, I am.” She actually sounds excited.
“Great,” I breathe out. “When would you be available to start?”
“Umm, I’ll need the week to pack, turn off my utilities, and get things settled with my landlord. I can start moving in this weekend and be there to start first thing Monday morning?”
“That would be perfect, thank you.”
“Perfect,” she says, before hanging up.
I grind my teeth together in annoyance. I know I don’t have any right to be mad when it took me two weeks to call and hire her, but I was hoping she could start sooner. Right now, to be exact.
