Page 119 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
“Plum.”
Raz stilled, so close to kissing this raven-haired yoga goddess until he couldn’t see straight.
But there was one major obstacle.
Despite his spiraling thoughts and lust-fueled desire, he wasn’t too far gone to comprehend that neither he nor Libby had uttered the word. And now, one poignant detail couldn’t be ignored.
They weren’t alone.
Eighteen
Erasmus
Raz entered the cozy room,tucked away on the third floor, and set a glass of water on Sebastian’s bedside table.
Was he a bloody waiter now?
No, but he needed to do something to quell the frantic energy flowing through his veins. And even more than that, he had to quiet the thoughts that whirled through his mind like an out-of-control carousel.
What sort of thoughts had him shuffling around the Victorian with his head in the clouds transporting cups of water?
The type of thoughts that transported him back in time—back to the patter of mountain rain tap dancing on the roof of a ramshackle barn, which happened to be the location of his berry-scented, almost-kiss with Libby Lamb.
Aptly described as analmost-kissthanks to his son’s arrival.
He stared out the window and was met with a sea of twinkling lights set against a midnight blue backdrop.
At least he’d made it through the first day.
Well, he’d almost made it.
It wasn’t over yet.
But it was Sebastian’s bedtime.
Once the lad was asleep, it would be himself and Libby, face-to-face with no loquacious lad buffer between them.
They hadn’t had a moment to acknowledge what had almost happened in the barn. Add that near indiscretion to the Rickety Rock arrival make-out session in the blue and purple crow curtains room. He was doing a shit job of keeping his hands off the nanny. And to say that there was a whole lot of awkward fizzing in the mountain air tonight was an understatement.
What was he supposed to say to the woman?
My bad for going full-on beefcake?
Sorry for kissing you, then almost kissing you again?
Here’s the thing.
He wasn’t sorry.
At that moment, with the light taps and scrapes of hooves on wood and the calming neighs and gentle whinnies of the donkeys indulging in the wild berries, he’d wanted to kiss her. But when he’d heard his son’s voice, the bubble had popped. He’d barely had two seconds to pull away from Libby before Sebastian got an eyeful. Luckily, the pair on the verge of ripping each other’s drenched clothing off wasn’t what caught the child’s eye. Sebastian had zeroed in on the burros before noticing them. And the boy wasn’t alone. Augie and Luanne were only seconds behind. And with the trio’s arrival, the weight of his folly set in.
He’d done it again. He’d lost his head and crossed the line.
It shouldn’t be that hard to comply. There was one rule to follow.
Do not kiss the bloody nanny.
He should have it tattooed to the inside of his eyelids.
