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“She’s offering two hundred an hour.”

“Are you kidding me!” I screech, snatching the phone from her hands to check she’s not pulling my leg. “Hell yes, I’ll do it!”

“What if she shaves off your eyebrows?” Stella looks concerned.

I cover my eyebrows with my hand. “No, she won’t.”

“I’m sure that’s what Coral thought too,” Stella says, reaching to take her phone back.

“So what if she does?” I quickly do the math. “I’d gladly sell an eyebrow in exchange for raking in five grand on a weekend anyway. And you can always sort me a new one.”

“Fair point,” Stella says, and we both laugh.

Stella gives my details to Ivy to pass to the mom, and in a few minutes, I receive the link for a video call.

Zoey Saunders is a stunning brunette with laughing green eyes. I don’t allow myself to think of whose eyes they remind me of but instead focus on giving a good impression.

“Hi, Brooke,” she gushes, “thanks so much for offering to come. I know it’s so last minute, but Lisa’s babysitter is suddenly unavailable, and Dan—my husband—and I need to go out of town this weekend.”

“That’s alright,” I say, already liking her open friendliness.

“Ivy might have told you about the eyebrow incident.” When I nod, she continues. “Lisa is five and isn’t as bad as she sounds. She’s a sweet child, though sometimes she’ll throw a tantrum to get your attention. And you really don’t want her out of your sight for more than two minutes.”

“Lisa sounds delightful.” I smile, and Zoey beams. She’s really beautiful.

Zoey is pleased to learn that I teach at an elementary school. She tells me a bit more about the job.

“Listen, I’d be delighted to hire you. We’re heading out early on Saturday, so if you can get in, say, eight in the morning? Her uncle lives close by, and Lisa has a room there as well, so you can just tuck her in at her uncle’s before you leave.”

She clarifies that I’m happy with the fee (I agree, trying to play it cool) and promises to text the address while I plan to send over my details.

Stella walks back to the living room just as I click off the call. “You got the job?”

“Oh, yes.” I smile.

“Sweet,” Stella says. “I hope the kid doesn’t traumatize you too much.”

“Not a chance. Kids love me.”

“Well, then we have nothing to worry about.”

Chapter Five

Xavier

Zoey:

We’re home now.

The text from my twin sister finally comes in at 10 p.m., and I wonder, for what seems like the hundredth time, why they’d been out for so long.

Zoey, Dan, and my five-year-old niece—the love of my life—Lisa, are still out. Which is unusual because it’s way past Lisa’s bedtime. I down the glass of red I’ve been nursing and head to the door, hoping this isn’t going to be another one of Zoey’s long-winded “chats” about settling down. I’m beat. I’ve just flown in from Miami, having concluded a four-hour business deal with the buyer of my latest GIS software.

As kids, Zoey and I had done everything together. We are now thirty-one, and while I’m more than comfortable in my single status, Zoey thinks it’s unhealthy not to want companionship. I have companionship, just not of the permanent sort.

Coming right down.

I text back as I head into the private elevator that would take me directly to Zoey and Dan’s.

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