A brilliant smile broke out on her face. “Good. I’ll talk to you soon, then.”
I watched as Aurora headed to her car. She gave a quick wave before slipping in and backing out. I glanced across the street to find Mrs. Randall sitting on her porch with her husband sitting next to her. I gave a quick wave and headed back into the house.
Dropping my head back against the chair, I let out a groan. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Aurora stood and stretched. “Don’t give up hope! We’ll find someone.”
I looked at her. “Oh, I gave up after the fourth lady when she walked in and could barely get herself into the seat. What is this place thinking, sending over a woman that old to take care of a two-year-old? She had to be at least ninety!”
“But she did nanny for the royal family in England,” Harper added, looking through the information on Katherine Jones. Who was, in fact, eighty-seven years old. She had an impressive resume, for sure. But there was no way she could ever keep up with Winnie.
Aurora covered her mouth and tried not to laugh.
“I don’t care if it was the queen herself, she was too old. And what about the woman before her? Did she scare you guys like she did me?”
Harper nodded. “What about when she said she believed in spanking. I thought you would come out of your chair, Liam.”
“I nearly did!”
Aurora sat back down and said, “Okay, we haven’t had a great selection yet, but let’s not let that get us down. Liam, what did you tell the agency?”
“I wanted someone with experience in nannying young kids.”
“And you told them how old Winnie was, right?” Harper asked.
Liam shot Harper a look of disdain. “Of course I did. I told them she was two-and-a-half.”
Aurora shuffled through the paperwork and found what she was looking for. “I see the problem.”
“What? What’s the problem?” I asked, leaning forward to see what she was reading.
“They have Winnie being twelve, not two.”
Stunned, I asked, “How in the hell did that happen?”
“We’re back!” Cadie called out as Winnie entered the room with a pink stain around her mouth. I laughed as she crawled up onto my lap.
“What in the world is on your mouth?” I asked before giving her a kiss on the forehead.
Laughing, Cadie replied, “That would be the evidence of a pink donut from the bakery.”
“Getting my daughter high on sugar, I see,” I laughed.
“Just be glad I stopped at the one donut,” Cadie warned me. “You should have seen what your child was picking out to eat.”
I laughed. “I bet. She has a sweet tooth, just like her mommy did.”
“How is the search for a nanny going?” Cadie asked as she sat down on the sofa next to Harper.
“Not good. So far, the agency has sent over an elderly English woman who was unhappy we didn’t have tea for her. A middle-aged grumpy woman who believes in spanking, and a grandmother who informed us she would have to bring her six grandkids over to watch them while she watched Winnie.”
Cadie’s eyes went wide. “What?”
I sighed again. “Yeah, that one really threw me for a loop.”
“Thatone did?” Aurora asked. “The English royal nanny was the one who did it for me. She could hardly walk, Cadie. Had a cane and I was waiting for her to tap it on the floor and grow a mole.”
“A mole?” I asked.