“When doesshestart?”
“AssoonasIcan convinceher to,” hereplied. “Look,Mom,Ihatetocut you short…”
“No,you’reright. Ishouldgetbacktoyour father. I’llcall you in a fewdayswithan update.”
“All right. Thanks,Mom. I loveyou.”
“Loveyou,too,Max.GiveErin a big kissand hug fromme.”
“I will.”
Maxhung up the phoneand finished thesandwich. Hisplan to haveGigi ashisnannywastaking a littlelongerthan he’d anticipated. Hedidn’twanttopush her to makea decision tooquickly, especiallysincetheirtalk overbreakfasthad beensomewhatprogressive. Butwithoutsomeone availabletolookafterErinthatnight,itlookedlikehisdaughter was going toanightclub opening. Thatwould besomething totellher on hertwenty-firstbirthday.