Page 45 of Second Chance with the Single Dad Goalie
I cross my legs and arch a brow. "So, what’s with the whole wanting me to be your children’s nanny thing?"
Blake leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Their nanny quit," he says, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "And hiring another one has been…, challenging."
I frown. "Challenging how?"
"They don’t like just anyone," he mutters. "I’ve interviewed half a dozen nannies, and none seem to be the right fit. The kids just couldn’t click with the last two.”
I raise a brow. "And you think they’d like me?"
He huffs a small, dry laugh. "They already do. You were with them."
“That was one time. I looked after them just one time.”
“Which is more than enough.”
"Liking someone and wanting them as a nanny are two different things."
“Liking you makes it easier for them to want you to be their nanny.”
I don’t have a response to that, so I stay quiet.
After a moment, he continues, "Keith actually suggested I ask you, you know…, to be the nanny."
My head snaps toward him. "He said what?"
"Yeah," Blake mutters, running a hand through his hair. "Figured you didn’t have much going on right now and might be interested."
I scoff. "Wow. Love that for me. Keith’s an idiot," I mutter, shaking my head.
There is a beat of silence before I ask, "Who’s been watching them since the nanny quit?"
"My mom."
"Then why can’t she keep helping out?"
He leans back, staring up at the sky. "She’s having surgery next week. Knee replacement.”
“Oh.” My chest tightens a little. "That’s…, I’m really sorry, Blake. I hope it all goes well."
His jaw ticks, and for the first time tonight, he looks almost…, exhausted. Not just physically, but the kind of tiredness that settles deep in your bones.
“Whitney,” he exhales, dragging a hand through his hair, “I wouldn’t be asking if I had other options.”
That makes me pause. I bite the inside of my cheek. "Blake, I really can’t do this."
He looks at me, his expression unreadable. Then, quietly, "At least think about it."
I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair. "Blake…"
"Just think about it, Whitney." His voice is softer this time, almost careful. "That’s all I’m asking."
I hesitate but finally exhale. "Fine. I’ll think about it."
Not that my answer is going to change.
By the time I step into the living room, I’m still shaking my head. I can’t believe Blake asked me to be his kids’ nanny. Like, what was he thinking?
"Soo…" My dad’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. He’s lounging on the couch, looking far too amused. "How was your chat with Blake?"
