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“Oh—” Considering I was just lusting over this man’s arms, the ill-planned comment comes back in my head.
“If you?—”
“That’s fine,” I cut him off. No, no more second-guessing myself or letting my siblings have input. I know they want what’s best, but I have to start doing stuff on my own.
“What about days off? I know this schedule is verydemanding, and my hours will be pretty much nonstop, but when it’s possible, I want to still have time for myself.”
“Done,” Dex agrees. “What else?”
“Pay?”
“Name a number.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Just like that? Just name a number and that’s what you’re paying me.”
Dex’s mouth dares to turn up into a small smirk. “I thought Callie would have made my desperation pretty clear. Yes, Lucie, just like that. Anything else?”
Oh, I don’t know! Goodness, he put me on the spot.
“Maybe…this is the weirdest job interview I’ve ever had, so I’m a little caught off guard.”
Dex shakes his head. “You’re right. Shit, I’m sorry. I can give you my number so if you think of any questions, you can text me.”
I take a moment before answering to contemplate this decision one final time, but when Dex runs his hands over his face, I see it. I see a dad who’s looking, albeit still gorgeous, but also tired and stressed out.
I think Dex needs me to take this job just as much as I need it.
“I mean it, Lucie, any questions. I want you to ask,” Dex states calmly. “If you decide it’s not going to work, then okay, no worries…but if you do want it, then can you start tomorrow? Miles’s mom was going to get him, but she canceled last minute and?—”
I shuffle on my feet for a moment, but then stand straighter. “Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll be your nanny.”
Chapter 10
Dex
Hiring regret isn’t exactly a thing I thought I would have to deal with. Regrets on plays I’ve made over the years? Sure. Questionable life choices? Just look at the divorce papers.
But the immediate hiring regret I feel when the ray of sunshine that is Lucie Anderson walks through my office this morning is at the top of the list.
“Good morning,” she beams as she knocks on the open door to my office.
It’s eight in the fucking morning. I get that the sun is up, but I fear she shines brighter. Her long blonde hair falls over her shoulders, and while she wears simple black leggings and a slightly oversized Blues T-shirt, she looks every bit of…off-fucking-limits.
I give her a curt nod to the chair. When she sits down she takes a sip of some weird green-looking drink.
“What the hell is that?”
Lucie tilts her head, looking at the drink. “A coconut green juice. I wasn’t sure about the order, but, eh, it tastes alot better than it sounds…and looks.” She shrugs before taking another sip.
“You mean you just randomly ordered a green juice?”
Hell, have I hired a health nut? I’m struggling to get Miles to eat as is.
“Relax, Dex, I’m not going to be forcing green juice on you.” Lucie chuckles. “I’ve never had one, so I thought I’d try it.”
“Well, if you could get Miles on that train, that would be great because he’s been fighting me on food for months now.”
Lucie takes another sip of her drink and nods. “Got it, I’ll see what I can do. Where is the hotshot anyway?”
