Page 41 of Resisting Royal

“Her Manny quit.” He sighed, then flopped his head back against the chair.

“That’s what you get for hiring a man to do a woman’s job,” I pointed out.

His eyes narrowed. “Don’t let your wife hear you say that.”

I chuckled. “She would have my balls in a jar.”

He nodded his agreement. “I thought I would give the guy a shot. It’s not like all the other nannies were lasting.”

I leaned back in my own chair. “Why is that?”

Guilt clouded his face. “I’m not exactly sure.”

Not exactly sure, my fucking ass. Troy knew exactly why his nannies kept quitting, but if he didn’t want to tell me, I wasn’t going to push it. It was not my problem, it was his. “Well, did you ask Bianca to babysit?”

It seemed like an easy solution, at least for the afternoon. It was a Saturday, so Bianca wasn’t working, and then he didn’t have to drag his girl to an open casket service and scar her for life. He shook his head. “Do you think she will?”

I wasn’t actually sure, but I pulled out my phone to find out.

Can you babysit for a few hours? Single kid, super sweet. Don’t really want her at the funeral.

“Where’s Genie right now?” I asked while waiting for a response.

“Coloring on Veronica’s desk. She said something about making Uncle Royal a picture.”

My heart melted and broke at the same time. She was dealt a rough hand with a shitty mother, and Troy was doing his best to give her a good life, but sometimes the best someone can do just isn’t enough. My phone buzzed, and I glanced down.

Sure, I was about to make some cookies anyway.

I glanced up at Troy. “Drop her off with Bianca, she’s making cookies.”

Troy’s face lit up the same way my insides gleamed because if there was one single way to win a man over, it was with warm baked cookies.

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