Page 23 of The Nanny Contract

Logan cleared his throat. “Interesting conversation with Dr. Evans. I hadn’t realized he was looking to hire a nanny.”

Damn. Logan had heard everything.

“He just mentioned an opportunity,” I said with the most casual tone I could muster. “Nothing serious.”

I had absolutely no interest in working for Dr. Evans—or anyone else, for that matter. The Westbrooks had made me feel like family in the short time I’d lived there, and I was grateful. Someone in my line of work couldn’t ask for a better placement.

Logan’s jaw tightened and I noticed a new intensity in his gaze.

I felt a small thrill at Logan’s possessiveness.

I did my best to keep my cool, but I enjoyed his apparent jealousy.

Logan finally spoke. “Henry’s gotten used to having you around. It’d be disruptive if you decided to leave.”

I could sense the unspoken feeling behind Logan’s words. I didn’t want to mention the feeling of jealousy, so I decided to reassure him outright.

“I’m not going anywhere, Logan,” I said with a bright smile. “Henry—and you—don’t need to worry about that.”

Logan’s shoulders relaxed and his expression softened just a bit.

We shared a brief look that was quick but meaningful. It was as if there was an unspoken connection that we both felt but couldn’t voice aloud. For numerous reasons.

For me, it was a moment that deepened my care and respect for Logan.

But the bottom line was that I needed to remain professional.

As we shared our private moment, Veronica suddenly interrupted.

She eyed me up and down, obviously disapproving.

“Well, Logan, isn’t this cozy,” she said sarcastically. “It’s impressive how much faith you have in a babysitter. I imagine Henry must miss having a real father figure around.”

Logan was immediately stiff again, clearly irritated by Veronica’s comment.

I wasn’t going to let her anger me, but it was going to be tough to keep my mouth shut if she said something negative about Henry again. I’d started to feel protective over him, and I got the impression that Veronica was bad news.

And something told me that she’d been watching us during our private conversation. The tension between me and Logan was obvious to me—so maybe it was obvious to Veronica too.

I didn’t need rumors floating around, especially by the black sheep of the family.

Veronica laughed, her voice dripping with more sarcasm. “Oh, don’t be so upset, Logan. It’s just that Henry deserves stability. Not this experiment of yours.”

That was it. I’d had enough.

I smiled politely through clenched teeth. “I think what Henry actually needs is someone who’s around, rather than someone who just shows up to criticize.”

Veronica’s eyes widened, caught off guard. It was as if she wasn’t accustomed to people dishing it back to her.

Before she could retort, Betsy stepped in, having overheard the exchange.

Betsy’s face lit up with delight. “Oh, I like this one! Finally, someone who can put a Westbrook in their place. Casey, you’re delightful.”

Veronica’s face turned completely red, and she stormed off, mumbling about outsiders meddling in family affairs.

Logan looked at me with an expression of quiet appreciation. “Thanks for that. Veronica is… persistent.”

I grinned and shrugged my shoulders. “Couldn’t resist. Besides, Betsy seemed to have my back.”

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