Page 62 of The Nanny and the Hothead
Charlotte groaned. She needed to set the record straight.
Charlotte: I didn’t get hammered with Mitch. I accidentally drank a bunch of those super-charged margaritas at the speed dating thing. He happened to be there.
Penny: Mitch went to a speed date event???
Charlotte touched the golden key.
Charlotte: No, he was just there.
Libby: OMG! The universe did this!
Harper: Or the tequila.
Libby: 80% Universe 20% Tequila.
Penny: No, it has to be Madelyn. That woman has a sixth sense. I think she’s part witch! How’s it going with Mitch? What’s his son like? It’s still hard to believe you got matched with him.
Penny had that right! Charlotte chewed her lip. She’d answer the easy part first.
Charlotte: Oscar is great! He did throw a bunch of rocks at me when we first met. But he’s into photography, so we have that in common. He’ll be going to Whitmore. He’s in first grade like Phoebe.
Penny: I’ll let Phoebe know! She can show him the ropes!
Charlotte: And I also taught him the foot tap trick.
Penny: Excellent! The two of them can call the kids in class buttholes and not get in trouble!
Harper: The foot tap trick is a real gem. I tapped five times for you, Char! Su-per lush na-nny! 5 Taps!
Charlotte puckered her lips, then tapped her foot.
Charlotte: I tapped four times for you, H!
Harper: Four times for what?
Charlotte: Shut-your-pie-hole!
Harper: Look at our Charlotte! So feisty!??
Libby: Tell us about Mitch. Are you getting along with him?
Harper: Yes! You threw a salad at the guy. It can’t get much worse.
Charlotte glanced at the hothead, then pressed her thighs together to quell the treacherous tingling.
Charlotte: Define getting along?
Penny: That’s easy! Not throwing vegetables at each other.
Charlotte did a quick check on Oscar. The boy was still consumed with his game—which was a good thing. She couldn’t allow him to see what she was about to type. But she needed advice. And she needed it quick. Her thumbs hovered above the keyboard as she blew out a slow breath, then hammered out a question.
Charlotte: What do you guys know about tents?
Harper: You threw a tent at Mitch? WOWZA hotheadette! I’ve never even thrown a tent at a guy.
Gah! How was she supposed to word this?
Charlotte: I didn’t throw a tent at him.
