Page 79 of Worst Nanny Ever
“I can’t sit right now,” I say, pacing a little to make the claim more believable. “You had to cut Ollie’s hair?”
She snorts. “It took Liam half an hour to finally admit he’d lost his magic gum-removing touch, but the trip wasn’t wasted, because Ollie actually really likes the OGTeenage Mutant Ninja Turtlescartoon. So it’s possible he and Mickey Mouse won’t be enemies for life. Liam was really annoyed with himself, but I cut his hair too as a consolation prize.”
“I’m glad you and Liam are getting along better.” I know it was weighing on her, being at odds with him. “And thank you for handling all of that. Ollie’s hair looks good.”
“I’ll cut your hair if you’d like.”
My mouth goes dry at the thought of her moving her hands through my hair, her fingers tugging slightly. That shouldn’t be an erotic thought, but right now everything’s erotic. “No, thanks. I have a feeling you’d go a little too short in the front.”
She grins. “What makes you think I’d want to share your birthmark with the world? Maybe I like that I get to see it more than most people.”
I suck in a deep breath, count to three, then slowly let it out. It doesn’t nothing to dull my reaction to her. “Still no.”
“Fair enough.” She picks up a coaster idly, then puts it back down before meeting my gaze again. “Thanks for hiding all the stuff from the toy store. Is it in here? What’d you dowith it?”
“Maybe we’ll have a scavenger hunt sometime,” I say with a smile. “I assume you’ve already looked?”
“I checked under the bed and in your bedroom closet and gave up. I’m disappointed to admit I never would have made it as a spy.”
So my bedroom’s going to smell like her again. I’m glad about it, and the thought also makes me burn.
I must be staring at her too intently, because she glances away, her gaze finding something on the wall—probably marker, judging on past experience.
“How was the guy you auditioned?” she asks.
“Good… I think I hate him.”
Not something I meant to admit, and probably an unfair remark, but I realize it’s true. Idon’tlike him.
She laughs. “Isn’t it my job to form irrational opinions about strangers?”
“Maybe we can both have a turn,” I say, grateful for the coffee table between us. That’s good. I can’t exactly pull her to me if there’s a coffee table between us.
“So why do you hate this guy?” she asks.
“You’re going to laugh.”
“Maybe I could use a laugh.”
I shrug one shoulder. “He’s full of himself.”
“Isn’t every musician?” She waggles her eyebrows, looking cute as hell.
“Sure, but I don’t get a bad vibe from every musician. I got one from him.”
She fulfills my prophecy and laughs. “Look at you, being surprising again. You seem too organized and practical to believe in vibes.”
“I’ve learned to trust my gut,” I say with a shrug. “I’ve had to. When I first met Lilah, I could tell we’d be a disaster together, and I still let it happen.”
“So you think this guy’s going to Yoko Ono your band?”
I laugh. “Not unless Bixby starts dating him. But…” I pause, considering. “Yeah, I’m worried he’s going to cause tension. I guess he already is. Bixby stormed out earlier.”
She studies me for a moment, sucking on her bottom lip. “I’m worried this will piss you off…”
“Not a great beginning.”
She smiles. “It’s just…is the problem that this guy and Bixby want the band to get big, and you don’t?”
