Page 99 of Worst Nanny Ever
“I’m not drunk,” Liam insists.
“I certainly had a few too many tipples,” Dottie says. “But itwasan interesting evening, wasn’t it, Liam dear?”
Eugene starts snoring in a way that suggests sleep apnea.
“Why are you in this car if you’re not drunk?” I ask my brother.
“One of theShips Ahoygroupies knifed my tire. Must have been a slow leak. We got to the brewery safely, but it was flat by the time we left.”
Hot damn. That second group of fans wasn’t messing around.
“What happened at the brewery?” I ask, glancing between them.
“We all shared the essence of our souls,” Dottie tells me with a broad smile. “It was beautiful.”
Turning back to Liam, I say, “Please tell me you didn’t have an orgy.”
He gives me a lopsided smile. “It was tempting, but I promised not to sleep with any more of your friends. You know I keep my word.”
“Oh, it wasn’t an orgy, dear,” Dottie says, tapping my arm. “It was a more beautiful kind of connection. By the end of the evening, our auras had melded together.”
Kind of sounds like an orgy.
“Eugene’s gonna flip when he wakes up,” Liam says with a low laugh. “He was drunk in front of everyone on staff. But the real horror was that he was nice to everyone. He asked them all about the BS they wrote on their name tags.”
“The name tags were such a success,” Dottie says with a soft smile. “I learned so much about crocheting and NASCAR, and your dear brother offered to teach Eugene how to box.”
I raise my eyebrows at Liam.
“He’s not going to take me up on it when he’s sober.” He sounds irritated, like he’s annoyed he was caught being nice to someone. “He did a lot of things he’s going to regret.” His lips tip up. “He gave the guy who always wears that hat a fifty percent tip and told him not to spend it all in one place.”
“Jesus, Liam,” I groan. “You’ve worked there for years, and you still don’t know his name? Wasn’t he wearing a name tag?”
“Sure,” he says blandly. “I don’t remember his name, but I know he enjoys playing Dungeons and Dragons.”
I bite my lip, considering everything he’s said. “Is it possible they like Eugene now?”
“Let’s be honest,” he says. “There was nowhere to go but up. At least they know he’s human enough to get drunk. That’s something. Also, he has a new staff nickname.”
Everyone has one. Liam’s is Beast, mine was—cue eyeroll—Big Red.
“What is it?” I ask with interest.
“Spreadsheet.”
Appropriate. Eugene might even like it.
“He also told us all about his long, sordid history with Mrs. Applebaum.”
“I missed that?” I ask mournfully.
“I’m sure your ‘friend’ can fill you in.”
Someone taps on the window, and I look over to see Rob standing outside the door. Right, it’s his car. I roll down the window. “Yes?”
“Come on, Hannah,” he says with a sigh. “It’s been a long day, and I’d like to get this over with as quickly as possible. Sophie says you’re okay with staying with Travis and Ollie?”
“Yup,” I say. “Duty calls,” I announce to the others.
