Page 148 of The Nanny and the Hothead
“I love you,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. And he did. She’d made him better, stronger. With her by his side, there were no limits.
His fingertips pressed into her soft skin as he explored her thighs, then drew lazy circles around the taut globes of her ass.
“It’s like you’re photographing me with your hands,” she said on a breathy sigh.
He tipped her chin to focus on her beautiful, sated smile. “No, not with my hands, with my heart.” He pressed her palm to his chest. “You’re here. You’re right here,” he finished, losing himself in her emerald eyes when a piercing ping ripped through their sex haze.
They stared at each other. And without a word, they came to the same conclusion as to who could be calling.
“Camp!” they cried.
Charlotte scrambled off his lap and reached for her panties as he looked around wildly. “Do you see my phone? I can hear it. But I can’t find it.”
She checked the dash. “No, it’s not here,” she called, then swiped her bra from the back seat. She had that sucker back on before he could blink. But he couldn’t figure out why she was adamant about getting dressed and not focused on finding the phone.
“Why are you putting on your clothes?” he asked, checking the cupholders as the cell continued to chime.
“I can’t talk to the camp without wearing underwear. What kind of person does that?” she yipped.
“It’s a phone call. They can’t see you,” he answered, continuing his search for the damn phone.
“I get that. But I’ll know that I’m not wearing underwear.”
Sweet Christ! This wasn’t worth debating!
He pulled up his trousers, then felt his phone wedged between the seat and the console. “Found it,” he cried, holding it up.
Charlotte snapped it out of his hands. “Fasten your pants,” she ordered.
Was shenotgoing to answer the call until they both were decent? He wasn’t about to ask. Quickly, he made himself presentable, then gestured to his pants.
She looked him over, then frowned. “You got the button but forgot the zipper.”
Shit!
He took care of it, nearly catching a nut—and speaking of nuts, this was nuts! “Charlotte, the call!”
“Okay, okay!” she cried, then answered the phone, hitting the speaker icon in a clusterfuck of movements. “Hello, is this about Phoebe Gale or Oscar Elliott? Are they hurt? Are they homesick? We’re close. We can come if it’s an emergency,” she blurted.
“I think we already had anemergency come,” he said under his breath as she flashed himcut-it-outeyes.
“Charlotte, is that you, dear? Are you all right? It’s Ines.”
The furious beat of his heart slowed as Charlotte crumpled into the seat, coming down from the adrenaline rush.
“Oh, Ines! Thank goodness it’s you. We dropped Oscar off at sleepover camp and thought your call might be the camp calling to let us know there was a problem.”
“My goodness! You’re so out of breath. It’s as if I caught you in the throes of—”
“Hey, Ines, it’s Mitch,” he said, cutting off the woman. While he trusted her with nearly every facet of his life, he hadn’t shared his feelings for Charlotte with her yet.
“Good, good! Hello, Mitch! I need to speak with both of you.”
“Is there a problem?” he asked.
“Not a problem, per se. I’ve got Gwen asking about when she’ll get the final chapter of the book. The woman is salivating at the mouth. She’s loved everything she’s seen so far—which is fantastic news for you. But she’s a publisher, and she’s getting antsy.”
The last damn chapter! He and Charlotte had brainstormed a list of possible ways to wrap up the book, but none of them felt right.
