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“I’ll be back tomorrow morning with my things.”

“I still don’t like the idea of you walking home in the dark. But I need to be here for Skye.”

I know he’s concerned for me because I’m his daughter’s nanny. Still, it feels good for someone to care about my well-being.

“I promise I’m fine.”

“Text me when you get home.”

“Sure thing, boss man.” I wave goodbye.

Things are looking up for me. I’ll have my roof repaired within two months and then I can take Winter Falls’ most eligible bachelor for a ride. It’s going to be a wild one. I can’t wait.

Chapter 10

Did you hear? The Braggs are celebrating Thanksgiving. ~ Message from Sage to the rest of the Gossip Gals

Damon

Love Hill slows as we approach my mom’s place. “Maybe I should go back to your house.”

Skye stomps her foot. “Nanny Love, you have to stay. It’s Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is for families. You said so.”

“We don’t usually celebrate Thanksgiving in Winter Falls.”

I chuckle. “Try explaining why to a five-year-old.”

Love Hill narrows her eyes on me. She knows I’m right. A five-year-old isn’t going to understand how the hippies who founded Winter Falls think Thanksgiving is politically incorrect. Hell, I barely understand it myself.

She glares at me. “This is all your fault. You didn’t need to insist I join your family for Thanksgiving dinner.”

“And miss out on how uncomfortable you are? No way.”

“Gee, thanks. Always what I want to hear from my employer – I enjoy how uncomfortable you are.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s a family dinner, not a torture session.”

The door opens and Mom steps out. “Are you going to stand out there on the sidewalk debating all afternoon?”

“Yes,” Love Hill mutters.

“Grandma!” Skye tugs her hand from mine and runs to Mom.

Once they disappear into the house, Love Hill tries again. “I’m serious, Damon. I don’t think I should join your family for Thanksgiving.”

“It’s fine. Growing up we used to have all the stray kids from school come over for Thanksgiving all the time.”

“Now I’m a stray. The next thing I know you’re going to buy me a collar.”

“Nah.” I shake my head. “Not my thing. I’m a straight up vanilla sex guy.”

Her eyes flare. Shit.No making sexual innuendos toward your nanny, Damon. I’m not going to sleep with her no matter how tempting she is. She’s my daughter’s nanny.

Peace and his fiancé stop on the sidewalk next to us. “What are you doing here?” Peace asks.

What a strange question. “It’s Thanksgiving at my mom’s house.”

“I meant Love Hill.”

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