Page 30 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
“You sent Penny to Gale Gaming, not knowing anything about the guy,” Libby chimed.
He nodded. “And with Mitch, you had him searching for a golden key that led to Charlotte thinking that he’d kidnapped her.”
“Very true,” Madelyn agreed, looking bloody pleased with herself.
“You’re saying all you did for us was bang out an email?” He had to check. After what Rowen and Mitch went through, he’d expected his nanny introduction would be a little more involved than a simple correspondence.
“Look for yourself,” Madelyn suggested.
He removed his mobile from his pocket as Libby did the same. And there it was. Sent two hours ago, before Libby threw a screaming wobbly outside the gym, an email from Madelyn Malone sat unopened in his inbox, sandwiched between emails from his sisters and Granny Fin.
“Dear Ms. Lamb,” Libby read, “as you probably know, thanks to your friendship with Charlotte Ames and Penny Fennimore, I’m tasked with finding a nanny match for Erasmus Cress. I believe you’d be an excellent candidate to assist him in caring for his six-year-old son, Sebastian.” Libby rested the mobile in her lap and turned to him. “Your son’s name is Sebastian?”
“It is.” He stared into the depths of her amber eyes. They welled with such kindness it nearly cracked his cocksure mask.
“Is he like you?” she pressed.
He wasn’t expecting her to ask him that. And how was he supposed to answer? He swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Not if I can help it.”
It hurt like hell to admit, but he couldn’t lie to her.
The kindness in her eyes morphed into a curious glint.
“Does that make the job more or less attractive?” he asked.
Was he considering this? Did he want this yoga nutter to become part of his life?
The uptick in his pulse and the semi he had going on in his boxing trunks answered for him. He shifted his weight on the bench, then forced himself to imagine what Granny Fin would say if she learned he’d been hauled into an American police station for lewd behavior. Now there’s the way to wreck one’s libido.
His cockshouldbe the last thing on his mind. Unfortunately, when it came to Libby Lamb, his cock had quite an appreciation for her perfect arse and that bloody cute as hell button nose.
He zeroed in on Madelyn, resolving to push any lewd thoughts of the yoga beauty out of his mind. “I figured there would be more drama in the whole nanny selection process,” he said, schooling his features.
Madelyn surveyed the hallway as two cops wrangling a large unruly man lumbered past them. “I think you’ll both agree that you’ve added enough drama for one night. You are, of course, on the brink of incarceration.”
Bollocks!
Between Libby’s amber eyes, the semi between his legs, and Madelyn Malone ambushing them in the bloody police station, he’d nearly forgotten that he was on the cusp of being charged with disturbing the peace and lewd behavior.
“Despite your rocky start, I have some good news. I’ve arranged a remedy for your precarious situation,” the woman added.
“A remedy?” Libby echoed when an officer walked up to them.
“This is for you, Ms. Malone,” the policewoman said, then handed the nanny matchmaker a note. Madelyn scanned the slip of paper, then nodded as her lips twisted into a knowing smirk. “And the chief will see you and your clients now,” the officer finished before heading down the hall.
“Excellent,” Madelyn remarked, dropping the paper into her purse. “Let’s have a chat with Letty.”
“Letty?” he asked as he and Libby came to their feet.
“Letty Ramirez, Denver’s Chief of Police,” Madelyn answered casually.
He shared a look with Libby. “You’re friends with the chief of police?”
“I have many, many friends,” the woman answered with a nonchalant flick of her wrist before heading down the hallway.
“Raz, what’s happening?” Libby asked, grabbing her bag of sex toys as they hurried to keep up with the well-connected senior citizen.
He ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t know.”
