Page 3 of Nanny For My Brother's Best Friend

“Here goes nothing.” I glance around the spacious living room and the corner that is so far still tidy, but Lola heads over to dig through her toys. I hear the doorbell and Lola looks at me with wide eyes.

I open it with a smile, revealing my best friend and a stunning woman on the front porch, completely taking away from my picturesque front yard.

Andrew’s sister is more gorgeous than I remember, but I have to reel it in to get through this interview.

CHAPTER 2

WHAT AM I GETTING MYSELF INTO?

DELILAH

The cabin is gorgeous. I look around at the spacious front yard and then back at the large home, wondering how big this place is.

My brother and Miles play pro hockey and I know they’re doing well for themselves. Andrew has a large condo in town since he’s more of a city boy, while Miles seems like he wants to keep to himself. He’s always been that way, I’ve heard, and I wonder how well it might work out if I were to be hired.

That’s a big if. Andrew told me how protective Miles is about his daughter and based on the sarcasm Andrew and I use heavily together, I probably don’t appear sweet and patient. He doesn’t even know me well since I went off to college just before Andrew began his career in Colorado.

Truthfully, I’m great with kids. I babysat often as a teenager and even worked with kids through college at an aftercare program where my friend worked. It wasn’t related to my major as a physical therapist so much, but it was a fun job. My school GPA and alternate internships will get me where I need to be.

It also doesn’t hurt having a sibling in the NHL, though I don’t plan to show that card as a way in.

“Why don’t you have something like this?” My voice is teasing as my brother rolls his eyes at me.

“I like my condo. It’s close to everything and just a short drive away from the arena. This is more geared towards kids.”

Andrew parks in the large driveway in front of a four-car garage as I run a hand through my hair. I had my stylist cut it into a short curly bob after graduation and the length still surprises me, though it’s easier for me to handle.

“It reminds me of how we grew up.”

My parents have a house a few miles away from this one and it offers land and privacy much like Miles’s house seems to. It’s perfect for a kid and I smile at the memories I have from growing up.

We get out of the car and I help bring the bags of food to the wraparound front porch. Andrew bought deli sandwiches from Miles’s favorite place in town, even though Mom offered to cook.

She’s thrilled I might get this job, since she loves Miles and Lola. Dad took her to dinner tonight, so Mom didn’t have the time to make anything without a struggle, but I promised I’d let her know what happened as soon as they arrived home.

I see the man that opens the door, overwhelmed by how good-looking he is. Miles has made himself a name in hockey as a skilled player and he’s wanted by a lot of women, much like Andrew. I’ve never picked up on his personality being warm and fuzzy, but his looks make up for that.

“Hey, Miles. I brought your favorite.” Andrew holds up the bags, but Miles’s eyes are on me, blue like the ocean and mesmerizing. “I got one of the kids’ meals for Lola to work through.”

“Thanks.” Miles opens the door wider to let us in and heat washes over me as I pass him. The inside of the house is equally nice, with a spacious sunken living room that opens up to an enormous kitchen. It’s more modern than a typical cabin.

I hear my name and blink as I look at the guys.

“As I was saying, this is my sister, Delilah. This is Miles, though you’ve met.” I look into his blue eyes and shake his offered hand, feeling the heat as he captures my entire hand in his palm.

“Nice to see you again. Your house is great,” I chirp, looking around again. This time, I see a tiny girl looking at me with Miles’s blue eyes. She’s on a small loveseat surrounded by dolls and easily one of the prettiest kids I have ever seen. “Hi. What’s your name?”

Miles looks from me to his daughter with a concerned expression on his face, but I try to keep gazing at the child. “I’m Delilah.”

“Lola,” she murmurs clearly, and I nod with a wide smile. “Lilah like Lola?”

I glance at the guys as they watch me carefully and I then walk over to her. “Are these all yours? What a lucky girl!”

Lola uses a fair number of words and I understand what she means through our conversation about the dolls, even with some guessing. Andrew and Miles sit down at the table in the kitchen and when her dad calls her name, Lola reaches out her hand to take me there.

I accept and we sit down where there’s a buffet of food on the tray in front of her seat.

Miles regards me and I just stare back at him, not believing the effect this guy has on me. I am not a boy crazy girl and never have been. There’s been too much else to focus on in life.

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