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Jordan rocks on his feet for a moment. “Alright, some other time then?”
No.
Lucie glances at me for a moment but I look away. I know I have no say, if she wants to go she has every right to.
“Maybe, I think Dex and I might be able to come one night. It’s a team thing, right?”
Holy shit.
Jordan takes a step back at that one. “Right, yeah…maybe some other time.”
Lucie’s face beams with her bright smile. “Great, just let Dex know. I’m sure I could get my sister to watch Miles, and we could all go together.”
“Sure thing,” Jordan says as he walks away.
My brain is still trying to process how, rather than just telling him no, Lucie told him she would be bringing me. Fuck, I think that just turned me on.
Beck takes a step forward and turns to look at Lucie.
“What?” She looks back and forth between me and Beck. “What’d I do?”
Beck is silent for another moment, then says, “I think I love you.”
“Beck!” I snap. Maybe I won’t be nice to him.
Beck holds his hands in the air. “What? I’m kidding! Kind of.”
“You do not.” Lucie swats her hand at him before turning to me. “Need any help with the bags?”
No, please stay up there because I need you not to see my semi through my sweats.
I clear my throat. “I got it.”
“Alright.” Lucie shrugs and says bye to Beck before getting in the passenger seat.
Beck waits for her door to shut before turning to me. “I’m not going to say much, but…dude, you’re so fucked.”
“Well-fucking-aware.”
Chapter 22
Lucie
Leaving for my nail appointment felt a little weird. Almost like I didn’t want to leave to get my very overgrown nails done. I know I definitely want a nap on a non-hotel mattress, but I also think I just want to spend the day relaxing with Dex and Miles. I feel like that’s the one thing we truly haven’t gotten to do.
“I need to know everything,” Jensen says before her butt even hits the chair next to mine.
My manicurist, Elle, pulls my hand in. Jensen and I always get the same girls—Elle and Kylie—who I believe we’ll follow to any salon for the rest of our lives.
“I’m not so sure what you’re wanting to know. I’m a nanny to a baseball coach, not a wild celebrity.”
Jensen hits me with her free hand. “Oh, come on, let me correct that statement. You’re a nanny to a superhot baseball coach. Who, Callie says, is normally all broody, butyou,Lucie Anderson,make him laugh!”
“Okay, I can agree to that, but you’re reading way too much into it. I make him laugh sometimes. Hemore so has the willingness to laugh with other people now because he has help—it’s not directly related to me.”
I can admit that I’ve noticed Dex has relaxed around me a little bit after our littleteamchat over pizza. My crack in his walls is bigger, but every now and then, I notice him trying to add more cement. He’ll forget—or pretends to at least—that I’m actually here to help him, so if there’s something he needs that I don’t think of, he’ll try to handle it himself.
I get there are some things that he needs to do as a father, but if I don’t jump in where I can, I swear he’d never ask me to do anything.
