Page 6 of Nanny For Biker Wolf Daddy

“Come on, kids. I think I saw strawberry yogurt in the fridge,” Hollie said.

“Ew. Yogurt is for old people. Do we have any of that deer jerky left?” Drake asked.

Savvy laughed and Drake grinned at her. “Do you like strawberry yogurt?” he asked.

“Do I look old to you?”

Drake studied her for a minute and said, “Old enough to like yogurt, but young enough to play tag and have fun with us.”

“That’s a great answer,” Savvy said. “I bet that you’re going to grow up and be a diplomat someday.”

“No. I want to be a doctor.”

“I bet you’ll be a good one.”

Cat spontaneously hugged Savvy and then ran out of the room.

“I’ve never seen her do that before. Normally, both of them are shy around strangers.”

“I’m not a stranger because kids and animals have a good sense of whether someone is a good person. Being a kid and a wolf shifter gives them a good advantage in reading people.”

“True,” Rory said.

He stood up and said, “I have to be in court in an hour. It was great talking to you. I’ll give you a call tomorrow to let you know my decision.”

She smiled and said, “Thank you. I look forward to hearing from you.”

Savvy held out her hand. He took it and was almost forced to take a step back from the electricity that exploded from the touch. He watched her walk out to her truck and then closed the door as she drove off.

“There is something familiar about her,” Rory said to his mother as she walked back into the room. “I’ve never been to Wyoming and she’s never been to New Mexico, but I feel as though I know her.”

“She might just have one of those faces,” Hollie said.

“Maybe so,” he replied, somewhat doubtfully.

“I really like her. The kids are in the kitchen, gnawing on some deer jerky, telling Rosa all about her. They seemed to have taken to her.”

“Yes, they did,” Rory agreed.

“When are you going to let her know she has the job?”

“What makes you think I’m going to hire her?” he asked. “There are a couple of other candidates.”

“First, the kids reacted to her strongly. Second, your mother says you should hire her. I have a very good feeling about that woman.”

“You’re probably right,” he said. “Still, you know me. I need a little bit of time to think about it.”

“Sometimes, son, you just have to go with your gut.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned. “Right now, my gut has to get to court.”

He wasn’t in court long. The kid pled guilty and the maximum fine for distribution of weed in New Mexico was a year in prison, regardless of the amount. However, the judge was in a good mood.

“Time served plus fifty hours of community service,” the judge ordered and slammed down his gavel.

Rory looked at his client and thought the young man was going to faint.

“You’ve had a break. There are a lot of other career paths open to you. I suggest you choose one of those. Call my colleague. She helps young people like you find training for a job you might like and then helps you get a job. I don’t want to see you in this capacity again.”

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