Page 132 of The Nanny and the Nerd
Rowen surveyed the group. “Why are you guys here?”
“I texted you. We needed to talk and figured the park would give us cover,” Mitch answered.
“Cover for what?” he asked, scanning the area.
“Getting your ass reamed,” Landon answered.
This still made no damned sense!
“How did you know I’d be at the park?”
“Your assistant told me when I called for the second time and didn’t curse him out,” Mitch answered.
There’s the answer to the call curser.
“I don’t have my phone with me,” Rowen answered, still confused.
“Don’t you run giant tech and gaming companies?” Landon asked.
“Yeah,” Rowen answered, still trying to work out why these guys were hiding out in the park waiting for him.
“And you don’t bring your phone with you when you go out? Jesus! I take my phone in the shower!” Landon continued.
“Do you, really?” Erasmus asked. “The water doesn’t mess it up?”
“Nah, I’ve got this slick holder thing.”
“You two! Shut the hell up!” Mitch whisper-shouted again, which made no sense because there was nobody around them.
Landon and Erasmus switched back to impersonating the pissed-off brick wall.
“Madelyn called us and said you were in trouble…with your nanny situation. She sounded moreMadelynthan usual,” Mitch answered.
“She wanted to know if you’d shared anything with us,” Landon added, adjusting his ball cap.
Rowen scrubbed his hand down his substantially more-scruffy scruff. “I’ve got it under control,” he answered, totally out of control.
“Why are you carrying around a wooden box?” Erasmus pressed.
Rowen studied his hand. He didn’t have time for this! “Because I am.”
The men watched him closely for a good ten seconds before Mitch stepped forward and sniffed him.
“You don’t look or smell like a guy who has anything under control. When was the last time you showered?” the chef questioned.
Rowen shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“What was the last thing you ate?” Mitch pressed.
Rowen looked away. “A protein shake.”
“Bullshit! I’m a chef. I can detect scents like a bloodhound. What have you eaten?”
Rowen sucked his cheeks. The last thing he thought he’d be doing was screwing around with these guys.
“Rowen?” Mitch said, raising an eyebrow.
What the hell did it matter!
