Page 31 of The Nanny and the Heartthrob

“I wanted to wait to tell you this, but I spoke with Madelyn Malone earlier today.”

His ears perked up, and thoughts of Harper Presley’s sassy smirk and perfect ass invaded his mind.

Block. Her. Out.

“Go on,” he sputtered.

“Madelyn said your nanny case was special. Unlike the other men in your group, she’s taking an unconventional approach to your match.”

An unconventional approach?

After observing Rowen, Mitch, and Raz’s matches, he’d concluded that everything about Madelyn Malone’s approach was unconventional.

How much more unconventional could she get?

He glanced away. “Did Madelyn happen to mention the potential nanny’s name?”

Mitzi cocked her head to the side. “Why, do you have someone in mind for the position?”

All he could see were hazel eyes.

He shrugged. “No.”

Liar.

He pulled his cap down and slipped on his glasses.

Damn it all!

It was time to do something reckless and lose control.

This evening might be his last chance to distract himself from an uncertain future.

“I plan on getting drunk tonight,” he announced like a sullen teenager.

He needed a release. He had to do something to relieve the pressure building inside him and divert his thoughts from Harper Presley’s enchanting chameleon eyes.

“Okay,” his manager answered with an aloof wave of her hand.

He tucked the pillow under his arm. “I’ll probably break some shit.”

Mitzi shrugged. “You can get away with that. You’re famous.”

He released a mirthless laugh, then held the woman’s gaze. “I’m lucky to have you, Mitz. I don’t know why you reached out to us years ago, but I’m glad you did.”

Great, now his emotions had him acting like a sentimental sap.

Mitzi’s expression sharpened. “What the hell was that, LB? Are you getting soft on me?”

“No,” he answered through a chuckle, seeing through her tough manager facade.

“Get out of here,” she chided, swatting him on the arm. “Play Clark Kent in your hat and glasses and have some fun. Do something for you.”

Do something for you?

He didn’t even know what that meant.

“I can’t have you getting mushy. Save it for your music. You know I don’t put up with that shit,” she added and bristled.

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