Page 60 of Nanny for the Bodyguard
And still, the lingering thoughts in my mind are about how quickly I can get back to Hazel.
What is this woman doing to me?
EIGHTEEN
Hazel
Wind rushes over my skin, and it’s not the comforting, warm kind that’s been hanging out with Jade and me all afternoon. I’ve been sitting next to her for hours while she reads and I work on my laptop.
But I think our sunny afternoon is coming to an abrupt end.
Overhead, a dark blue cloud drifts quickly across the sky. Its edges are angry curves and crevices, and the sky takes on a green tinge as more of them cover the sun.
“Jade, I think we—” A water droplet lands on my arm.Shit! “Get inside!”
“Huh?”
I yank her up out of the hammock as I get up, clutching my laptop under my arms as we dash toward the house.
Jade giggles, starting to feel the raindrops now.
“Don’t laugh! This thing can’t get wet! And neither can your book!”
But I’m laughing as I screech, getting us inside the house just as the sky opens up above us with a low rumble of thunder. It’s an official downpour.
We’re laughing like loons as the door remains open, the smell of rain and heat mixing in the air to create that perfect summer storm fragrance.
“What’s so funny?”
Easton’s voice sounds from behind us, and Jade spins around as I close the door. The water is getting inside now.
“Hazel got us insidesecondsbefore we were drenched! We had to sprint across the yard!”
Stepping up toward the patio door, Easton cranes his face up toward the sky, peering out through the glass as the sky gets darker and darker.
It’s going to be a rough one.
“Oh, da—darn.” Easton corrects the swear with a silly face, and I can’t help but smile. “I think I should wrap up work for the day. At this rate, we might even lose power for a little bit.”
Nervous energy clings to me. “Really? Will we be okay?”
“Of course. I have a backup generator.”
Damn, this “boy scout”isalways prepared.
“Why don’t we play some board games or something? I can make some popcorn on the stove, and if we need to, we can use the camping lanterns to light the kitchen.”
Jade perks up, hopping in excitement. “Yes, yes, yes! That sounds awesome!”
I have to agree with her. A family game night with snacks and ambiance does sound pretty fantastic.
“Jade, why don’t we pick out a few games while your uncle makes the popcorn?” I hold out my hand, knowing that the board games are stored in a bench seat beneath the window in the living room.
We played Guess Who a few days ago, and Jade was surprisingly good at knowing the types of questions to ask to make the game end quickly.
“Okay!”
She takes my hand, and Jade and I go into the living room to grab a couple of options.
