Page 28 of The Nanny is Off Limits

I cross my arms over my chest. “Oh? Then why are you‘not suspended?’”

He looks at me innocently. “Well, Isortagot into a fight with a guy at school.”

I feel the anger rising but until I get the full story, I find myself wanting to know who the hell put their hands on my son. “A fight!? Sawyer…”

“Not physical, relax. I did push him though.”

I feel the anger leaving my body only to be replaced by annoyance. “I will certainly not relax. What happened?”

“He was…talking about Ellie, alright?”

My eyes widen, because of all the things he could have said, I was not expecting him to say that. “Elianna?”

He holds his hands out. “Do we know another Ellie?” he asks, giving me a look that saysduh.

“You are about one smart comment away from being grounded.”

“He was talking about my ‘hot nanny.’ I guess he overheard his dad talking about her.”

Irritation spikes in my veins thinking about some ten-year-old repeating whatever vile comments he may have heard his father say, and I remember that Ellie said she didn’t know what happened. “And you didn’t tell Ellie?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t know what to say.”

Fair. I imagine it would probably be an awkward conversation for anyone to have with her let alone a ten-year-old. “What did this kid say?”

“Just that she’s hot and that his dad wishes he’d thought of hiring her first.”Asshole.

I run a hand over my jaw and eye him pensively. “How much trouble are you in?”

“I have detention for two days next week.”

“Did you tell your teacher why you were fighting?”

He nods. “I did. The other guy got five days. As much as I don’t like snitching, he was being an ass.”

I groan. “Don’t say ass.”

“Well, he was!”

I scratch my forehead, not wanting to condone him getting in an altercation but proud of him for not letting anyone talk any shit. “Alright. Get out of here,” I tell him and he jumps up.

“Sweet, I’m not in trouble?”

“No. You let me know if that kid says anything else.” I haven’t completely ruled out going straight to that kid’s father myself.

“You got it, boss.” He salutes before he’s out of the door without another word, probably thinking I might change my mind about him being in trouble if he lingers too long.

“And keep your hands to yourself!” I call after him.

A few moments later, Elianna appears in the doorway with a frown. “He was fighting?”

“He just pushed a kid…”

“Just?” I can tell she wants to ask more questions but she looks down at the small piece of paper in her hands. “Before I forget, I was supposed to give you this.” She walks into my office. “And to tell you that Corinne says hi.” She nods, holding it out for me to take.

“Who?” I ask as I take the piece of paper and Elianna tilts her head to the side.

“Really?” she snorts. “Shoulder-length dark hair, blue eyes, really pretty. She’s a mom at the school. She said she talked to you this morning.”

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