Page 25 of Grump Daddy's Baby

“But here we are on the first day and I’ve already met one of them.”

Molly stares at me as if I’m an idiot. “Needed the help.”

And I have no argument there.

She said she needed the money, so she hired backup. I’m just wondering what the payment might be.

“Keep your boyfriends out of my sight, Molly,” I warn. “First and only warning.”

“Caleb isn’t a boyfriend,” she replies flatly. “He’s a friend.”

“Didn’t look like a friend.”

One of her brows quirk. “Do you even know what one looks like?”

“What does that even mean?”

“Never mind.” She waves a dismissive hand in the air. “Is it boyfriends or men in general?”

What the fuck kind of question is that?

A normal one.

“No friends, boyfriends, parents, associates, acquaintances, or fuck buddies,” I impart. “Got it?”

“Got it.” She pushes her cheek out with her tongue then asks, “Do you have any lady friends that visit or—”

“Molly.” I practically growl her name, because the reality right now is that I don’t, for so many reasons.

She doesn’t flinch back or allow her eyes to wander, waiting for me to finish whatever the hell I was going to say.

“Stay the fuck out of my business and do yours. Your job is the girls. Not my life, not what I do, not what I eat, or anything that hasmein it.”

“Got it.” Two of her fingers hover over her forehead and she salutes me like a smartass. “Does a whistle come with the job or are there are uniforms the girls need to wear?”

My brows knit. “What?”

“The Sound of Music.”

“The fuck is that?”

Molly blows out a slow and steady breath as if grounding herself before clasping her fingers together. “Never mind. When do I get to meet the girls again?”

I want it to be never again after all this shit has happened, but I can’t back out now. I’m leaving for LA in three days for a promo release and I need someone here for the girls.

“Tomorrow.”

“Bria and Lark, right?” I hesitate before I nod. “Are there any allergies that I should be aware of?”

Good question.

“No.”

“Any bad habits?”

What kind of bad habits could you have at seven and five?

“No.”

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