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“Okay.” Poppy smiled up at Mia… Jane… whoever the hell she was before she disentangled herself from her and went to Amber.

Jane… Mia… watched Poppy with a little smile, which faded when she looked at me. Maybe she already knew she’d never make it to that tea party.

When I was sure the two were out of earshot, my neutral expression darkened into fury, and I took a step closer to the woman clutching the counter for dear life. “Mia is it? Just who the fuck are you?” I hissed.

Her eyes widened, and she gulped. “I… I can explain. My real name is Mia Clarke. And I had no idea I’d be working foryouwhen I took this job. I swear.”

I scoffed. As if I bought her story. She likely figured out who I was after we parted ways and used this job opening as a way to get back at me. This could very well be one of those nightmare stalker situations.Jesus Christ.What had I gotten myself into?

“You can’t expect me to believe that.” I scoffed as I watched the woman with heightened suspicion. “And who the hell is Jane Roberts?”

Patches of pink bloomed on her cheeks, and her eyelashes fluttered down to hide her eyes.

I was almost disarmed by her reaction.Almost.

“I made up the name,” she said. “It was a combination of my two favorite authors.”

Her sheepish smile faded when I continued to glare at her.

“Are you some kind of con artist?” I asked.

She huffed. “No.”

“Crazy stalker?”

She snorted. “Of course not.”

My eyes narrowed on her. As if a con artist or stalker would admit to being one. However, as I looked into her eyes, which I knew were expressive from our night together, I was inclined to believe she was neither of those things. Still, I couldn’t have her under my employ. Not after I had her in just about every sexual position known to man.

“Right… I want you out of my house and away from my daughternow.”

“Whoa, let’s not be too hasty here.” She held up both palms as if in surrender. “Alright, I lied about my name?—”

“That’s not the only thing you lied about.”

She folded her lips. “Okay, you got me there but?—”

“Look, you can’t expect me to be comfortable with you as my daughter’s nanny after we…”Fucked for an entire night and agreed it was a one-time thing.

I scrubbed a hand over my face, and inhaled deeply to find my composure. I worked hard to regain my valued control… that only ever seemed to disappear when I was aroundher. “I no longer need your service as a nanny.”

She swallowed hard. “That’s not fair…”

“Goodbye, Jane…Mia.”

We stared at each other for so long and so intensely, I was surprised one or both of us didn’t burst into flames. When my eyes narrowed to slits, she sighed her resignation and nodded.

“Right… I get it. Goodbye, Michael.”

As I watched her storm out, I was relieved that she went so easily. I would have hated to deal with the extra dramatics, especially with my daughter here. Crisis averted, it seemed. Yet I couldn’t help thinking about how Jane… I mean Mia and I got to hook up, and the incredible night we had…

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MICHAEL

Last month

Jane:#AutocorrectMishap: I meant to text my brother about my “yoga class” but autocorrect changed it to “yogurt clash.” He now thinks I’m part of a bizarre dairy fight club. How’s your day going?

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