Page 37 of Nanny for the SEALs

Micah roared with laughter and sprinted away.

“They, uh, don’t understand the concept oftime-out,” Rogan said apologetically.

I looked down at my shirt. “Son of a bitch.”

“I’ll give you a stipend for clothes.” Rogan patted me on the back. “And watch that language around the kids.”

I clenched my jaw as I watched the two boys sprint around the room. I definitely had my work cut out for me.

14

Heather

Rogan gave me a quick tour of the residence. It was huge, spanning the entire second floor of the building. In addition to the eight bedrooms, there was the living room, kitchen, an office, and a man-cave. The latter two had key-code entry to keep the children out.

“Where’s everyone else?” I asked.

“Brady and Asher are already at work downstairs. And Cora is in here.” He stepped into one bedroom, which was painted salmon and had four bookshelves full of books. “Knock knock. Can we come in, Cora?”

Cora was quietly reading on the floor. She was adorable, with a mane of blonde hair that ran down her back in thick braids. She marked her place with a bookmark, then calmly closed the book and looked up.

“Hi, daddy.”

“I want you to meet someone special. This is Miss Heather, the new nanny.”

Cora bounded to her feet and approached me. She was wearing a daffodil-yellow skirt, which she spread wide to give me a perfect curtsy.

“Pleased to meet you,” she said.

“Well aren’t you a little angel?” I said.

“You can go back to reading,” Rogan said.

Cora nodded at me, then folded her legs on the ground and resumed reading her book.

“She’s definitely the easy one,” I said when we were back in the hallway.

Rogan grimaced. “A fact Asher always makes sure to point out.”

Just wait until she’s a teenager,I thought.

I frowned. “She called you daddy. But she’s Asher’s girl?”

“We sort of communally raise all three of them,” Rogan explained. “Any other questions for me?”

“What’s their schedule?”

“Schedule?”

I blinked. “You know. Their daily routine. When they watch TV, when they eat lunch, when they nap…”

Rogan scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Patty didn’t really have a schedule. She put them down whenever they got tired. I guess they eat around noon.”

“No routine?” I forced myself not to laugh in his face. This was crazy. “Okay, wellthat’sgoing to be the first thing I establish.”

“Perfect. Sounds good. Whatever you think is best.” Rogan looked at his watch. “I need to get downstairs. We’re meeting with a new client.”

“Anyone famous?” I asked.

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