Page 62 of Nanny for the SEALs

I considered all of the information. It was a lot to take in. I couldn’t imagine believing that I would die, and then hiring a surrogate to keep my blood line going, just in case…

“I guess that explains why you’re all single,” I said. “It’s probably tough to date while raising three kidsandrunning your own company.”

Asher and Brady shared a look.

“That’s part of it, sure,” Brady admitted.

“But really, we just have not found the right girl yet,” Asher said.

Brady scoffed. “Tough to find something you’re barely looking for, buddy.”

Asher looked taken aback. “What do you mean by that?”

“C’mon. When was the last time you went on a date? Or even checked out Tinder?”

“I don’t like dating apps. Too impersonal.”

I took the opportunity to check Asher out. He was ridiculously cute. With his glasses and his modesty and the way he shyly shrugged his shoulders before looking down at the ground. He was like a sexy clerk. I wanted him to lick me like a postage stamp.

“Besides,” Asher added, “it’s better to be selective than bang everyone I meet.”

Brady put his hands behind his head and grinned. “So what? I like playing the field. Seeing all my options. And physical relationships are easier to maintain than serious ones.”

That’s certainly true.I thought about what Rogan and I had been doing in the hotel room. Simple, sexy, and fun. Much easier than a real relationship.

“There’s a difference between playing the field,” Asher pointed out, “and being a man-whore.”

“Woah, low blow,” Brady replied. “Who says I’m a man-whore?”

Asher ignored him and leaned close enough to me that I could feel his breath on my arm. “Brady will doanythingin bed. He’s lucky he’s a guy, because if he was a girl, he’d definitely get a reputation.”

“Aw, c’mon,” Brady said. “Why you gotta knock me down in front of the new nanny?”

I was nice and tipsy, which made it easier to push the issue. “So you’ll do anything, huh?”

Brady shrugged cheerfully. “Within reason.”

“What’s the wildest you’ve ever done? Like, an orgy?” I asked.

“Hah!” Brady replied. “Naw, nothing that crazy.”

“What about a threesome?”

That got their attention. I could feel Asher tensing next to me. Brady tried to keep a poker face, but he let out a nervous little chuckle.

“Yeah, a threesome…” Brady glanced at Asher, then back at me. “Wehave done that.”

That’s when I realized Asher’s fair skin had turned a new shade of crimson. I gawked at him.

“Both of you?”

“It was a long time ago,” Asher said, clearly embarrassed by the story. “We don’t need to discuss it.”

“Oh, wedefinitelyneed to discuss it,” I persisted. “What happened? How did it go?”

“Itwasa long time ago,” Brady explained, “back before the surrogate and the triplets. We were shipping out of Norfolk the next day, so I convinced Asher to come out to the bar with me. I was looking to get laid, and I found a girl who seemed willing. She liked the uniform.”

“You wore your Navy uniform to the bar?”

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