Page 5 of Nanny for the SEALs

I pulled out my phone and showed him the screen. “Patty sent me this ten minutes ago.”

Patty: First they refused to eat their dinner, and now they’re running around naked calling themselves octopus monsters. They’re driving Cora crazy.

Patty: They’re driving ME crazy, too. I don’t think I can do this any longer. Have you found a permanent nanny, yet?

“Why’s my sister texting you and not me?” Brady asked after reading the messages.

“Because she knows I’ll listen to her concerns.”

Brady shrugged. “She worries too much. Boys will be boys.”

“Patty is a pushover,” I said. “She needs to put her foot down with them.”

Brady grunted. “Patty does just fine. And it’s easier said than done. You seen how Dustin is. He’s a little hellion.”

“Yeah,” I said casually. “He takes after his father.”

Brady gasped and put his hand over his chest. “You’re breakin’ my heart.” He pronounced ithaaht.

“They don’t respect your sister anymore,” I insisted. “She’sAunt Patty. She can’t discipline them without feeling bad about it. We need a dedicated nanny.”

“Aw, I don’t know…”

The door to the suite opened. Brady glanced over his shoulder and breathed, “Goddamn…”

I saw what he meant. The woman who walked into the suite wasstunning. A long blue dress flowed over her slender frame like water. Blonde curls swung around her shoulders as she gazed left, then right, looking at the occupants of the suite.

I took her in with skilled eyes that were used to quickly analyzing people. She wasn’t just slender—she was fit. Athletic. My first instinct was that she might be one of Boras Scottsdale’s athlete clients, but then I shook off the assumption. This woman was an actor. I’d protected enough actors to know them when I saw them. It was the way she carried herself: back straight and chin held high, like she had just entered a stage and was waiting to say her first line.

The analytical part of my brain gave way to the primal one again. It was impossible not to admire the way she looked. Something inside me tightened, and it felt like I was being pulled toward her by a magnet. My cock flexed involuntarily as I followed the deep plunge of her neckline.

I’ve never been the bodyguard for a woman like her before, I thought.

An African American man followed her into the suite almost reluctantly. He wore a suit with a colorful bow-tie, and gently rested his hand on her back.

That’s when I noticed the rock on her finger. Thebig assdiamond that I would have immediately noticed if I wasn’t distracted by her looks.

She was taken.Of courseshe was taken. Women like that were never single, because life was unfair. A pang of grief formed behind my sternum.

I quickly pushed down the feeling. We were here to find clients, not dates. And this woman was the exact kind of client we looked for.

“I’m gonna go give her the welcome party,” Brady said.Pahtyinstead ofparty.

I held out a hand to stop him. “She doesn’t need to hear the Baghdad story.”

Brady bristled. “Aw, come on. It’s a good one.”

“I’ll handle it.” I ran my hand through my hair and prepared to give her my best smile.

Yeah, I hated going to events like these. And I hated kissing ass.

Butthatass? I’d kiss it all night if I had to.

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Maurice and I walked along the concourse, eyeing the suites in passing. All of them had closed doors, so we had no way to know who was in each one.

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