Page 126 of Nanny for the Firefighter

“Oh, shit. Yes, here.”

I hand Mia over to him before taking the phone.

“I’m okay.”

There’s a loud scoff on the other end, and then I hear Hudson’s classic annoyed chuckle.

“You fucking better be. Imagine my surprise when I see Easton here at Mom’s, and he explains to me what’s going on. Then, I’m about to call you anyway when Easton’s scanner picks up the chatter that the police are swarming Mason’s house because of an alarm.”

He has every right to be upset, and over the next few minutes, I do my best to explain the situation to him. Hudson takes it surprisingly well, and once it’s all been laid out, he asks me to hand the phone to Mason.

I do, and I have to just sit and wait until Mason finally hangs up.

“Of course. I’ll make sure she calls you later. I think…” He looks over at me. “I think we just need a quiet night in for now.”

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head as Mason says goodbye to Hudson and then slides my phone back into his pocket.

“What did he say?” I furrow my brow as I eye Mason.

He grins. “Thank you.”

“Thank you?”

“For keeping his baby sister safe and beating the shit out of the guy who tried to hurt her.”

My emotions swirl all over the place, and then Mia is looking over at me from Mason’s arm with wide eyes.

“Shit!”

Mason and I falter, shaking our heads at her.

“No, no, honey. We don’t say that word.”

I fight back a grin as Mason tries to reign in Mia’s vocabulary. She doesn’t seem to care, though, just babbling on and adding a “shit” every so often to make her dad squirm.

“All right, potty mouth. Let’s go inside.”

Mason stands up, offering me a hand. I take it happily, following him into the house now that we’ve been allowed back inside.

“Movie and Chinese food?” Mason cocks a brow at me as he pulls me under his arm, Mia in the other.

I nod at him. “Sounds perfect.”

“Bridget stay?” Mia looks over at me. “Bridget stay always?”

Choking up all over again, I rise up onto my tiptoes to kiss her sweet little cheek and nod.

“Bridget’s staying, Mia. Always.”

The room is dark and quiet. But the moment is far from a calm one. Mason’s hands glide over my body, gripping when he gets to my hips and yanking me down the bed.

He’s poised on his knees at the foot, and I whimper happily as he shoves my naked legs apart.

Our clothes lie in a heap on the floor right at the entrance to the master bedroom. We immediately tangled with each other the moment we were alone, Mia sleeping soundly down the hall.

It’s been two weeks since that fateful day, and every moment I’m granted with Mason is a blessing.

I’ve officially moved in, too, and that makes the morning just so much better.

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