Page 667 of Hell Hath No Fury
It would’ve been easier for Foster to keep his place in the city, cut the commute to work down, but he wanted to make up for Carolyn’s defection. Yanking his kid out of school to move to the city now that her mom didn’t live in the coastal town anymore would have been selfish. Plus, Colt was moving here for Jade, so that meant Foster and G would have friends nearby.
Foster stared around the large master bedroom that looked down over the backyard of his place and the Bonets’. The room was huge and not completely unpacked yet. The team would return in the morning to finish up. There were still rooms in the house that required furnishing, but he’d leave that up to his mom. She lived for that stuff.
Striding across the hardwood floors, he decided he’d need rugs in here. It would be cold in the winter, and the room echoed. Opening the French doors, he stepped out onto the small balcony that hung above his back deck. Movement from the neighbor’s yard caught his attention.
Someone was having a late-night swim in the Bonets’ pool. Lights situated around the pool illuminated it and the surrounding patio. It was hard to tell which sister was swimming … until she climbed out.
His mouth went dry.
A green bikini displayed luscious curves.
Ember Bonet.
The object of his lust.
Hot blood rushed south.
He knew from being up close and personal with her that she didn’t have the tight, slender body of the young society women he’d dated since he was a teen, bodies honed from frequent visits with a personal trainer and fierce control over their diet. Ember was soft where they were toned. And she couldn’t give a fuck.
Her hips sashayed as she strolled toward the house, her heavy breasts jiggling with the movement, and Foster swallowed a groan. Could that woman get any more dangerously sexy?
He squeezed his eyes closed once she disappeared.
It was a good thing she hated him … otherwise, she’d be a temptation and distraction he might not be able to resist.
* * *
This couldn’t be happening. Foster tried to modulate his tone so as not to upset Georgie as she sat on the back deck with him, eating the pastries from the local bakery. Sunday was supposedto be pancake day, but the kitchen wasn’t unpacked and he hadn’t bought groceries yet.
Sunday was also supposed to be a chill day, but he and Colt were in the middle of an important business deal (they were buying out an established but failing real estate company and incorporating it into their brand), and the last thing Foster needed was the nanny he’d just hired calling to inform him she’d found another situation that was better for her.
In California.
Shit.
Getting up from the patio furniture, he stalked toward the boundary between his place and the Bonets’, partially hidden by the low fence between them. “And you didn’t think to tell me you were interviewing for another job? You didn’t think that it might be a major inconvenience for me to be without a nanny the day before she was supposed to turn up?”
“I don’t like the way you’re speaking to me, and I don’t have to put up with it. I’m hanging up now.”
And she did.
“Fuck!” he bit out, struggling not to throw his phone in the pool.
“Problem?”
He jumped back from the fence. “Jesus Christ.”
Celeste Bonet had appeared on the other side like magic. She blinked owlishly at him. “Nope. Just me. Sorry if I startled you. I couldn’t help but overhear.” She gestured to his phone. “You’re without a nanny?”
He nodded. “She was supposed to start tomorrow but took another job behind my back on the other side of the country. I leave early for my commute, so I need someone here to get G ready for school, take her, collect her afterward, and be here until I get home,” Foster sighed, running a hand through his hair. “How am I supposed to find someone in less than twenty-four hours?” God, he’d have to ask his mother, and he hated asking his mother. She loved her granddaughter, but she always made such a big deal out of it if he asked her to watch G at the last minute.
“I’m sure Colt will understand if you can’t go into work tomorrow.”
He shook his head. “We’re in the middle of a huge deal. I need to be there.”
Celeste twisted her pretty face in thought. She looked a lot like Ember, but for some reason,shedidn’t make his heart pound. “I have just the solution. Ember!” She turned to yell across the yard toward the house. “EMBER!”
He winced, glancing over his shoulder to check on Georgie.
