Page 10 of Nanny For My Brother's Best Friend

Andrew loves hockey as much as I do, but he has the luxury of focusing entirely on his career.

“I’m with Lola today.”

“Yeah, and you have my sister working for you. What’s up?”

I think about my answer and tame my voice.

“I gave her the day off. With the season coming up, I just wanted to be with Lola and get my fill of her. It’s going to be tough leaving her.”

“Delilah isn’t even there? She left?”

“Yeah. I let her have the day off.”

I didn’t even tell her she had the entire day off, but why wouldn’t Delilah take it after last night?

“Is everything cool there?”

I can hear the suspicion in my friend’s voice and my heart rate picks up quickly, but I take a deep breath.

“She’s been keeping busy, so she deserved a little break. Your sister is a great nanny, Drew.” I’d like to tell Delilah that in person, but my stubborn ass can’t seem to do it. “You know how busy we get during the season. I want to spend time with Lola for the next few days.”

“I think I’m still getting used to you being a dad, much less a single dad. So, Delilah is doing a good job?”

“She is. Lola’s happy with her being here.”

“Don’t get any ideas, Miles. My sister is amazing, but it’s hands off. I did you a favor by suggesting Delilah as your nanny.”

The warning in his voice makes me close my eyes. I’ve already broken his trust by kissing Delilah last night. We stopped it and I came back to my room alone but I can still taste her.

“I know, Drew. Where is this coming from?”

Deflection works, right?

“I just feel like there’s more to this. She didn’t start that long ago.”

“Yes, but Lola is really energetic, and I’ll be gone a lot more soon. Why not give her a break to get some time to herself? What’s wrong with that?”

It made sense to me, and I hope Andrew feels the same.

“Fair enough. Gym later when she’s back?”

“I’ll call you.”

I lean back on the couch, watching Lola for a moment. When will she come back, if at all? I didn’t create a friendly environment over the last few hours.

It’s late afternoon when I hear the front door. We’re on the couch watching one of Lola’s favorite movies for a break and my daughter is close to nodding off. Delilah steps into the living room, pausing when she sees me with Lola. There are a few bags in her hand, and I look at them, assuming she went shopping.

“Good day off?”

“It was. I met up with my best friend and we just shopped and stuff. How was Lola?”

“Busy, but it was nice to spend some time with her. We did just about everything she asked me to. You have my admiration.”

That could be the first compliment I’ve given Delilah, and her arched brow tells me she picked up on it.

“Yeah, well, you know what they say. Sleep when the baby sleeps.” She gives Lola a pointed look as her head drops back. “I got her something.”

Delilah walks into the hall to her room and returns after a moment; she sets what looks like a baby laptop down on the floor.

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