Page 12 of Knocking up his Nanny

For starters we had mushrooms caps stuffed with cream cheese and crab, followed by French onion soup and calamari. I ordered a filet mignon with garlic mashed potato on the side. To take home to the family, we ordered some pasta dishes that looked incredible, along with balsamic chicken.

Can I also just say that these free, cheesy, garlicky bread starters—sort of dinner rolls or biscuits—are divine? They are literally heaven, and they make my stomach feel warm, and satisfied and happy in ways that Cheetos could never understand. I wish I could eat them every day of my life.

I even contemplated stuffing a few into my purse, but then I realized that I am allowed to order whatever I like. So, I just ask the waiter for two servings to go.

When our meal is mostly finished, and we are just sitting here content and full and enjoying the scenery, a beautiful woman comes over to the table. She has long dark hair, and perfect porcelain skin. She is dressed elegantly, and she carries herself with sophistication.

“Hello, I just wanted to introduce myself,” she says. “I’m Willow Wintergreen, the restaurant owner.”

I’m a bit intimidated. The Wintergreens are one of the wealthiest families around, other than the McGuinty family. They own a lot of the establishments in Silver Mountain and surrounding areas. I wonder how my stranger knows this stunning woman. Do they have history? I could never compete with her.

“The food was incredible,” my mother tells her. “And the restaurant location is spectacular! You did such a wonderful job.”

“Thank you,” she says graciously, with a warm smile. But then she looks over at me with a twinkle in her eyes. “So, you’re the mystery girl he likes so much.”

“Does he like me?” I ask with surprise. “And can you tell me his name? Who are you—an ex-girlfriend of his?”

“Heavens, no,” she says with a laugh. “I would love to tell you all about him, but he’s a very strange man. A very private, and guarded person. He’ll share everything in his own time.”

“I hope so,” I say skeptically, leaning back in my chair. “I might die of old age first.”

“He’s a good man,” Willow says. “Just be patient with him.”

“If you say so,” I tell the beautiful woman. I mean, she must know what she’s talking about, right? She’s clearly a very smart and successful business owner. How does she know my mystery man? I don’t even care right now. It’s been such a good meal, and such a good day. Nothing can dampen all these great feelings in my body, the complete satiation and comfort that I haven’t experienced in so long.

I’ll save all my worries for another day.

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