Page 39 of Nanny for the Doctor

“Baby, we miss you so much! How’s the new job going? I hope no more devil children!”

Mom has way more energy than usual, and my guess is that she’s already half in the bag. Dad chuckles behind her, and I stifle a groan as I watch them living it up in the Cook Islands.

“Nope, no devil children.”Just a devil boss. “How’s vacation?”

Mom and Dad start talking over each other about how beautiful it is and how good the food has been. They’re clearly having the time of their lives, and I’m more than a little envious.

“So, dear, how’s the financial planning going? Did Johnny give you good news about starting school soon?”

Does two years count as good news?“Yeah. He was great. I can practically smell the books now.”

“Oh, honey, that’s wonderful!”

Yeah, I know I shouldn’t be lying to my parents, but the idea of bursting their beach bum bubble makes my heart sink.

“Yup. I can’t wait for you guys to be back home, though. I miss you. And you missed Johnny’s party.”

It was probably a good thing they weren’t there. They’d have caught on to the Reed and me situation way easier than Johnny.

Or maybe they could have prevented me from nannying for the jerk, and I wouldn’t have to be so angry right now.

“Oh, we know, babe.” Dad takes the phone. “But these were the cheapest tickets, and we really wanted to make this anniversary something special.”

“I know. I’m glad you did, but hey, I have to get going. Long day tomorrow. Talk to you soon?”

“Of course, babe. We love you so much.”

I smile, rolling my eyes. “I love you guys, too. Have fun!”

Waving for the video, I end the call and toss my phone down next to me on the bed.Ugh, guess it’s time to find a new job.

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I had crashed shortlyafter the video chat, and when I wake up, Thursday morning greets me with sunbeams rudely glaring in my face.

“Ugh. Fine. I’m up, okay.”

I stretch my arms over my head and decide to check for new jobs now. Get it out of the way and all that.

As I pull my laptop onto my legs, I bring up the agency website, my cursor hesitating over the search bar.

I don’t want to keep nannying. That was the entire point of me taking this position, but I also know I’m never going to find something that pays as well.

Nannying can pay so much better than retail or food service, and those are the only other types of jobs I’m qualified for at this point. I specialize in kids, but I can’t be a teacher yet.

“Still need that degree.”

When I finally open up the page for job postings in my area, I see my previous family is still looking for a new nanny to replace me.

“Ha! Good luck. Your kids are terrible. Make sure you add ‘put last nanny in the hospital’ to your notes.”

I chuckle at my own joke, but then I find myself actually considering giving them a call. They paid pretty well, and I’ll have sparse competition for that particular position.

“No. No demon kids. You’re not that desperate.” I stare at the family’s name on my screen. “Yet.”

Ringing cuts through my hunt for a new position, and I see that Johnny is calling me.

“Dude, you have terrible timing. I’m trying to find a new job.”

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