Page 70 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
Good grief!You’re here now?
That’s no way to answer anyone, let alone a child.
Sebastian’s light dimmed at his father’s terse reply.
“I have a question for you, Sebastian,” she posited, hoping to soften the blow.
“Yes, Miss Lamb?”
“You can call me Libby like my friends do because I am sure we’ll be fast friends.” She smiled at the boy, then glanced at Granny Fin and found the woman watching her—well, glaring was a better way to describe the woman’s piercing gaze.
Don’t blow it in front of the tiny ball-breaking grandma.
“Here’s my question for you, Sebastian. I can’t tell if your eyes are blue or green.” She’d meant it to get the boy’s mind off his father’s callous comment, but when she caught Raz out of the corner of her eye, his expression hardened. Now she had the beefcake and the granny glaring at her.
The boy shifted his stance. “My eyes are the same color as my mum’s, right, Dad?”
“And look at the time,” Raz blurted.
And look at the time?
What was it with Raz? She wanted to throttle him.
He gestured toward a grandfather clock. “I’m late to train with Augie. I’ve got to go.”
Was he kidding? His family had just arrived.
Libby’s jaw dropped. “You’re leaving?”
Ten
Libby
This could not be happening.
Libby blinked. She had to be hallucinating. Perhaps it was an aftereffect of experiencing multiple orgasms after surviving a stint in a sexual wasteland.
But she wasn’t.
Raz vibrated with jittery motion as he opened the closet and removed another hoodie. His energy was all over the place.
“Is this your bag, Dad?” Sebastian asked, excitement bubbling as he picked up the yoga tote. “Want me to carry it for you? I can put it in your car.”
“No, Sebastian, that’s Libby’s bag. My gear is at the gym. I don’t need any help.”
The child obviously wanted his father’s attention. Why was Raz giving the boy the cold shoulder? And then she remembered what was in the bag.
“Let me take that off your hands, Sebastian. My tote is filled with boring yoga stuff. Nothing inappropriate,” she stammered, accepting the tote, then checking if it was zipped up.
Thank the cosmos, it was.
What would Granny Fin say about a nanny who schlepped around town with a bag chock-full of sex toys?
“Can I go with you to train, Dad?” Sebastian pressed, swinging his fists like he was pummeling the air.
“Not today. You understand, don’t you, lad? I’ve got a big fight coming up. I have to concentrate.” He didn’t even give the boy a chance to answer before turning to his grandmother. “You know how it is, Granny, and I’m sure Madelyn can get you settled. I’d probably be in the way.”
Granny Fin eyed her grandson. “Oh, I know what it’s like, love.”
