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“Maybe instead of her nanny you could be her step mommy.”
My mouth drops open and I give my sister a little shove. “What is wrong with you?”
She laughs. “I’m just saying…”
“Well, don’t. We’re sonotgoing there.” Even if he’s hot as sin and I’d love to take another spin on that ride. But no. Nope. Not an option. Especially if I work for him.
“Okay, well, do you want to be Sophia’s nanny?”
“Yes. It’s literally across the hall. Sophia seems awesome. I think it could be a great fit for me. Minus one particular complication.”
“When do you think you’ll tell him?”
“He said we’ll talk tonight. If he wants to do this… maybe I’ll work through a contract first. Then I can tell him so he doesn’t get weird about how he’d pay me or anything else.”
Frannie stares at me for a moment. “Will you be able to work with him? With your history and now your present?”
I rest my hand on my stomach. “If he’s anything like the father he seems to be, I’m going to need to work with him one way or another. And this baby is Sophia’s sibling. Even if it makes things weird at first, this could be a great fit for both of us.”
Frannie pulls me in for a hug. “Then I hope it works out for you.”
“Me too.”
Frannie kept me for tea,then she had to get back to work. She’s been working from home more lately since a lot of what she does working for CPS she doesn’t have to be in the office for.
When I get to my room, I flop onto my bed, then pull Veranda into my arms. Who knew a floppy gray bunny could hold so much meaning to me?
My eyes flit to the half heart necklace hanging on a small nail on my mirror.
What are the chances of Deck being the guy I’m supposed to nanny for? What were the chances of us randomly meeting that night at McGills?
What if none of it was random?
I immediately chastise myself for that thought, but it’s impossible to deny. How coincidental is life?
Were we meant to find each other again?
I don’t like the feeling in my heart when I think that.
A silly little flutter that wants to cling to the romantic idea of soul mates and fate.
It’s a feeling I instantly want to squash.
But that feeling is tied to my baby too. So I can’t squash it.
Instead, I tuck it away in a box and try to ignore it.
Then I grab my phone and make a group message with Justin, Jade, Brian, and Hardy.
Me: So, remember that guy from McGills after the Metros game? Funny story…
CHAPTER NINE
WILSON
I’m not firingon all cylinders this morning.
Actually, I take that back. Iam, but all those cylinders are devoted to Hallie.
