Page 74 of Nanny for the Firefighters

We met Sylvia and Frank at the grocery store, but something about Frank made me give him the side eye, and I've learned to listen to my gut.

Frank is alone in Sylvia's house. He stays most weekends, and tonight, he's setting up a romantic dinner. The table is set, candles in place, rose petals around the table, and a small blue ring box sits on the table beside Frank's tapping fingers.

He picks it up, opening it to reveal a big diamond ring. If I didn't know any better, I would say it's the real thing, but the snooping Will did in his bank records proves it to be a fake. Like a hundred-dollar fake. The cheap bastard.

Although this isn't what makes him a bastard.

It's where he spends his weeknights that makes him one. Because Frank is already married. With children.

I suck in a slow breath as I faintly remember what it felt like to be a con artist's beard, his mark with a much longer con in mind. Will's hand braces my shoulder, rubbing the tight muscles with his thumb.

"Don't worry. We'll get the money shot tonight, everything Heather needs to deny him custody and spousal support." He drops a kiss on the back of my neck before peering out my window. "Get a closeup of that ring so we can match it with the credit card logs?"

"Sure did," Theo says from the back.

I smile. We've started doing things a little differently since the boys discovered what I do in my spare time. Since they discovered I am Verity Vixen. Now, they help me take down my targets, but legally. Safely.

We have two beautiful girls at home to think about, after all, home with a sitter as we all stake out Sylvia's home.

Less than five minutes later, Sylvia pulls into the driveway, and Theo snaps pictures of her entire progress into the house, especially the touching welcome home through the open window. My number one advice to people who have something to hide is to close your damn curtains.

Because we're able to capture everything but the audio. It wouldn't have stopped me before, but I've been convinced that the legal way is the longer lasting way. Part of me wishes that I'd turned my ex in to the police instead of enacting my own vengeance.

As nice as it'd been at the time, a nice, long prison sentence would have been much more satisfying.

I sigh when Frank drops to one knee to pop the question. Sylvia's obvious joy twists my gut. She's an innocent victim in all of this, but once we get Frank out of the picture and give her some time to heal, I have a few blind dates to set her up on. I know plenty of single firefighters who would love a sweet, beautiful woman like Sylvia.

Besides, that woman makes a mean chocolate chip cookie, and there's nothing these men love more than some good home cooking. Well, okay, maybe one or two things.

Will's fingers slip down my spine like he's reading my thoughts, and I shiver.

Once we have the money shot, so to speak, Marcus opens the door, and Ethan drops out of the van, keeping low as he runs, drops the envelope with everything we found on Frank on her front porch, and rings the bell. He's halfway back before they even make a move for the door. Their confusion makes my heart race because I know everything is about to implode.

Ethan is back in the van, and Marcus has the door shut quietly before Sylvia opens the door.

There are other cars parked on the street much closer than our van, so when she looks around with the package in hand, she doesn't linger on us.

Her confusion quickly turns to disbelief when she opens the package. She rounds the table, keeping it between her and Frank. He's curious but not scared yet. I can see her flip through pictures—his marriage certificate, redacted birth certificates of his children, redacted credit card activity and the giant debt he has across the five he's maxed out.

She blinks at it halfway through, more than getting the gist of what the rest will hold. Sylvia picks the photo off the top and sets everything else down on the table.

Frank is now shifting from foot to foot in his growing anxiety. He freezes when she shoves the photo toward him.

We wait long enough to see if Frank is going to be violent. But when she throws the ring back at him and points him out the door, he goes reluctantly. Sylvia is smart enough to ask for her key back and lock the door behind him.

He drives away, shoving a hand through his hair as he passes. Little does he know, the games have just begun for him. Because we have another package waiting for the pictures we took tonight to deliver to his wife.

And those will arrive by morning.

Will drives us home to relieve the sitter. Zayah wakes, but Lily is sound asleep. She's been sleeping better now that her sister can do the crying for her. I feed Zayah as Marcus holds onto me, staring at our little girl as she suckles.

I feel so connected, so loved, in this house. In this family.

Once our baby girl is satiated, all four of my men usher me upstairs. Zayah goes down in her crib easily enough, and we all pile into bed.

When I wake, I remember that I finally have all of my pieces.

Theo brushes my hair from my face after he slides a breakfast tray on the nightstand. His thumb runs circles over my cheek as he whispers a good morning to me. I lift up on one arm as he stirs my milk and chicory and vanilla spiked sugar into it before handing it to me.

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