Page 53 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
“So, it’s true? Libby is going to be your son’s nanny and your spiritual advisor?” Mitch asked.
“Yes, and you can add burro racing partner to that list,” Raz said.
“Burro racing and mechanical hot dog torpedoes?” Mitch observed the vibrator-laden floor, then shook his head. “This night keeps getting weirder and weirder.”
The vibrators!
She’d almost forgotten about them, and she sure couldn’t leave the sex toys on the foyer floor.
Libby grabbed her bag and tossed a few inside when a crash erupted from inside the house.
“That can’t be the kids. The sound came from the other side of the house. How many people are breaking into my place tonight?” Raz growled.
“Jesus Christ, Landon! Sneak into mansions much?”
“Um…no, like most normal people, I usually use the front door,” an exasperated man’s voice shot back.
Libby craned her neck to look past Raz as two people rounded the corner.
“Harper?” she exclaimed.
“Landon?” Raz cried.
Welp, the whole gang had made it.
“I got the texts about meeting up here and to enter through the back,” Harper said in a tumble of words. “Now,” the woman continued, taking in the scene, “what the hell happened outside that boxing gym? And also, Libby Caroline Lamb, why didn’t you tell us Erasmus Cress was the beefcake?”
“We’ve already yelled at Libbs for that,” Penny said gently.
Harper’s chestnut brown ponytail swished as the woman zeroed in on Raz. “And you!”
“We took care of that, too,” Charlotte interrupted.
Harper threw up her hands. “Then why am I here? Who am I supposed to yell at?”
“We’re here because we love Libby and care about Erasmus, and we needed to make sure that they were okay,” Penny supplied.
“Gotcha,” Harper answered, but the fire in her eyes hadn’t diminished. “Libbs, that video is crazy town. Where are your crystals and your Buddha stuff? Should we chant or burn some sage?” She turned to Raz. “Do you have any sage on hand?”
The man was back to looking befuddled. “No.”
Harper tapped her chin. “There’s yoga. It’s your thing, Libbs. We could get into tree pose or donkey pose.”
“Donkey pose!” Mitch exclaimed.
Harper met Charlotte’s gaze. “Is your food truck fiancé okay, Char?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Mitch replied. “You said donkey, and that made me think of Raz.”
Harper studied Mitch, then eyed the four men. “You guys have a strange dynamic going on.”
“It’s nothing creepy,” Mitch clarified. “Before you got here, Raz mentioned that, in addition to Libby getting hired on as his nanny and spiritual advisor, she was also his burro racing partner.”
“Okay, the smarmy British guy on TV went on and on about The Lion bringing on a spiritual advisor to take him to the next level, whatever the hell that means. But he didn’t mention anything about a donkey race,” Harper snapped.
Libby waved her hands to get the group’s attention. “Just listen. Here’s the rundown. You saw me throw the vibrators at Raz and then watched as we got arrested, right?”
Everyone nodded.
