Page 7 of The Nanny and the Heartthrob

Focus!

“It’s like whoa, hella amazing,” she said, praying they wouldn’t push for more details.

“That’s good to hear,” Libby answered, but there was concern in her tone.

That was never good.

“We called because I’m getting a weird vibe.”

Oh no!

Libby was their resident yogi and spiritual maven. The chick had been tuned into reading vibes and sensations since they were in pigtails. Aside from a recent stint when her inner balance was out of whack, the woman could sense a shift in energy like nobody’s business. And her yoga Spidey senses had been spot-on lately.

A tremor of trepidation worked its way down her spine. If anyone could pick up her frayed nerves, it was Libby.

“What kind of weird?” she tossed back, working to keep her voice steady as she passed two women dressed as sexy nurses.

“We wondered if you knew who else was in Las Vegas? We read about it online,” Penny said gently.

What were they talking about?

Through the silence, she could picture the trio of women, her best friends, the people she loved like family, anxiously waiting for her reply.

They were full-stop, do-not-pass-go, one hundred percent worried about her.

But why?

She scanned her surroundings, and her jaw dropped.

She didn’t have to ask her friends who they were talking about.

Anger roiled in her chest as the reason for their concern looked her dead in the eyes.

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