Only now?
I have a pretty good memory of his house’s layout, so I try to visualize where he is. Is he sitting in his music room, at his drums? Nah. He wouldn’t want to keep Ollie up with the music. The soundproofing in that place is the best that money can buy, but Travis is the cautious type.
So he’s probably in his bedroom, maybe even lying in his bed. Would he be wearing a T-shirt?
It’s my imagination, so no T-shirt. Just his toned arms and chest…
My phone buzzes, and I stop salivating for long enough to pick it up.
I have that show tomorrow night.
Boom, there it is.
Everyone at Big Catch is probably still pissed at me for quitting. They won’t do you any favors on my account, unless you want free beer. My brother can hook you up with that.
This isn’t about Big Catch.
My mouth puckers, because suddenly I know what he’s going to say next, but I can barely believe it.
Our nanny quit, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to sit for Ollie tomorrow night.
Look, I know what you’re going to say.
I was a little harsh about the game, but I’d like to keep things age-appropriate.
I can pay you fifty an hour. It’s not makeup, but I hope it’s still worth your time.
I drop my phone.
Fifty dollars an hour to watch cartoons with Ollie?
Most babysitting or nannying jobs offer about half that.
Hot damn. He must be wealthier than I realized andverydesperate. Suspiciously desperate, which automatically makes me curious.
Still...I’m a woman of principles.
And, by that, I mean I’m stubborn.
So I respond:
Nope, sorry. Wouldn’t want to poison young minds.
You’re going to make me grovel, aren’t you?
You might want to start by apologizing.
Five seconds later, my phone rings.
My grin spreads wider. Yup, no denying it. I’m enjoying myself.
“Yes, hello,” I say, “Hannah’s babysitting services. Nothing but the best neglect for your kids.”
“Hannah,” he says, his voice gruff and very tired. “I’m exhausted.”
“That definitely sucks, but I fail to see how it’s my problem.”
“Ollie likes you. He’s…he doesn’t like everyone.”