Page 104 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
Raz stared at her. His expression hardened as his gaze went ice cold.
She swallowed past the lump in her throat as a knot tightened in her belly.
She’d crossed the nanny boss line—big time.
Sixteen
Libby
Libby twisted her curtain scarf.
We’ve got quite a kid?
What was she thinking?
Stupid mixed-up chi!
She had to fix this. She could not have Raz thinking she wanted to take Sebastian’s mother’s place.
Say something not crazy!
“You’vegot quite a son. Sorry, I misspoke.” The heat coming off her cheeks could fry an egg.
Raz didn’t respond, and that only made it worse.
She had to be careful about how she spoke to Raz about his son.
His son, not hers.
She’d be smart to remember that.
“Sebastian is correct. It’s time to conclude the presser,” Briggs announced to the members of the media and blessedly shifting Raz’s attention from her. “We appreciate your time. You’ve received the information on upcoming press events, and we’ll be in touch.”
“And feel free to go on down to Rickety Rock’s town center,” Maud said to the men and women packing their equipment. “We’ve got Rocky Mountain oysters on the menu at the Burro Café, and the people of our little abode would sure appreciate your business.”
“What are Rocky Mountain oysters?” Raz asked as the donkeys started braying and calling out.
Okay, at least he was speaking to her. But before she could answer, Sebastian called to her.
“Libby, we get to meet the donkeys!” The boy beamed, then ran over to peek inside the trailer. “I can see them. One is gray and white, and the other is bigger, with a dark brown body and a white nose. And they already like me. I can feel it.”
“You’ve got a perceptive boy,” Bob said, ambling over to them, cautiously traversing the uneven ground.
“Do you need a hand?” Raz asked, reaching toward the man.
“I’m good.” Bob pulled up his left pant leg and revealed a silver rod. “I make do. I lost my leg from the knee down in a pack burro race back in eighty-eight.”
“You lost your leg in a donkey race?” she asked.
“Rockslide,” the man said, smoothing his pant leg. “I was able to get my burro out of harm’s way, but a big one got me good. They don’t call this place Rickety Rock for nothing. And then there’s the vortex.”
“Vortex?” she echoed.
Maud nodded. “Many have said that Rickety Rock sits on an energy center of sorts. We’ll get birds flying in circles, cars that seem to roll uphill, and big rocks rolling down the mountain crushing people’s limbs.”
“Does that happen often?” Raz pressed, surveying the mountain.
Bob shrugged. “From time to time.”
