Page 19 of The Unconventional Nanny
Who the hell is Daisy and why is she talking about my shirts? What kind of town did I move to?
"Umm . . . hi." I feel the need to say something so maybe these two can stop talking about me like I'm not here.
"Hey, darlin'. We're so glad you're here and living with Ang. The man needs all the help he can get with those girls."
Okay, so it’s not just me Bee likes to talk about like they aren't here.
"Bee," Ang groans in exasperation.
"Oh, hush, you. I saw the way you were looking at her yesterday, so don't even bother to deny it."
My head whips in Ang's direction. Looking at me, huh? Now my curiosity is piqued, so of course I have to ask. "And just how exactly were you looking at me? And when? Should I be worried?" I tease.
The tables have turned and I must say I like the new direction.
Chapter Nine
ANGELO
I could kill Bee. End her life right now and probably not feel too bad about it.
Okay, I would feel really, really bad, but I would likely still do it considering the smirk on her face as she throws me under the bus.
And not just under it. The old woman runs me over, then backs up and does it a second and maybe a third time. I'm not even sure anymore, that's how much she's enjoying the torture she's putting me through.
"No, you don't need to be worried," I reassure Gracie. "You were walking by the last time I was in here and I noticed. So did Bee."
"You noticed her alright." Bee waggles her brows. "Checked her out in the process."
See what I mean? Just keeps running me over.
"Did I mention we ignore Bee as much as humanly possible? She might own the place, but no one actually listens to her." Ipretend like the woman I’m talking about isn’t standing at our table.
Gracie giggles and Jo, Bee's granddaughter, is quick to agree. "It's true. I spend ninety percent of my day ignoring what she says. It's the only way I survive working here."
The level of honesty in Jo's tone has me busting a gut. I laugh so hard, Everly joins in, even though my three-year-old daughter has no idea what is going on.
"Glad y'all can have fun at my expense." Bee shakes her head but there's no heat in her voice. The old woman can take it as good as she can give it.
"Are you ready to order?" Jo asks while wiping a tear from the corner of her eye from laughing so hard.
We place our drink and food order all at once. Bee leaves to harass someone else while Jo goes back to the kitchen to put our order in.
"Sorry about that. Bee can be a lot sometimes."
Gracie smiles. "I like it. You don't get this kind of treatment in Chicago. I was lucky if the servers were nice. Most of the time they saw dollar signs, or lack thereof for their poor service, and not an actual person. I like how intimate Willow Creek is."
I like the way intimate sounds on Gracie's lips, but I can't tell her that. I am glad there's a table between us, though. It helps hide the sudden erection I'm sporting. Time to change the subject.
I clear my throat. "So what did you two do this morning?"
Gracie tells me about her time with Everly, although I'm sure she sugarcoats half of it. I know my little girl well enough to know that every nice thing Gracie says has to be exaggerated. Not because Everly can't be sweet, but because she usually reserves that for me so she can get what she wants.
What she does usually do is give babysitters a run for their money. Which is probably why I have a hard time keeping any. I wonder how long it will take before Gracie finds another job.
Before I know it, our food is brought out and we've fallen into comfortable conversation while we eat.
We get halfway through our meal before Bee visits us again. A shocker really considering what she has to say next. I’m sure she’s been itching to come back and spill more of my secrets ever since she left. "So are you ready for the big day in a few months?"
