Page 37 of Nanny for My Billionaire

“Is Adam Barlow here?” he asks.

“Mediation papers?” I ask curiously.

The guy shrugs. “I just serve the things, not read them, ma’am.”

I nod. “Hold on, I’ll get him for you.”

I tell Adam about the guy at the door, and he goes to receive the papers we’ve all been waiting for and even tells the guy to enjoy the rest of his day. That’s one of the things I like about him. He’s not the kind of person who would kill the messenger.

“What do they say?” I ask him curiously.

“We’re meant to go to a hearing in October to discuss custody and visitation,” he says. “Nothing we weren’t expecting.”

“Great, then, I guess we should probably let Ben know what’s going on,” I say. “Do you want to call him, or should I?”

“I’ll call him,” he says. “I need to let him know we’re bringing in the bodyguard anyway.”

“So, when is Kevin going to be here?” I ask. “We should probably get the spare room ready for him.”

Adam nods. “We’ll put your bed in there for him,” he says. “After all, you’re not going to be using it.”

“Better yet, why don’t we call a furniture store and get some stuff for that room? Make it a proper guest room,” Adam finishes.

“Do you girls have time to help me with that?”

I grin appreciatively at him. “Damn, Adam, I must be rubbing off on you. That was a pretty practical idea. Come on, Sara, let’s go take care of that while your brother keeps playing on his phone.”

Chapter twenty-three

Adam

It’sMondaymorning,andKevin Ross has just arrived to start protecting my boys. We’ve all agreed that we should keep his actual job on the down-low, and Miss Pennyworth has agreed to tell the class and parents that he’s just her new teacher’s assistant. It might mean that Kevin will have to play nice with a bunch of little kids, but he seems like he’s nice as well as huge, so I’m not too worried about how well he’ll be able to pull it off.

“Now remember, boys, not a word about bodyguards or kidnappers,” I tell my sons as we drop them and Kevin off.

“Way to go, Barlow,” Kevin grumbles. “Why would you even say that? I figured you would just tell them to let me know if they needed anything, I’d be right there. Did you really say something to them about bodyguards and kidnappers? Can you please fix that?”

“Don’t worry, we won’t tell,” says Ethan, scoffing slightly. “We’re five, not stupid.”

I snicker softly and look over at Miss.

“Don’t look at me,” she says. “He must have thought it up himself.”

“That’s my boy,” I comment dryly.

“But boys. Kevin is a good friend of mine and I asked him if he would like to go to school with you today. He wants to be a teacher so he’s going to be with you to see how teachers do their jobs. Cool?”

Everyone agrees and at least this part is over. The boys go with Kevin.

I admit, I’m still nervous about sending the kids to school while there’s a madman running around who may be intent on doing them some harm, but Elliot has assured me that his brother is top-notch at doing his job, so I force myself to calm down.

Miss has got an interview with some guy who is asking for exclusivity, which she has no intention of giving him. If he doesn’t like her business model, she can always find other clients who do.

Besides, Elliot and I are negotiating about whether he wants to use her services for at least my TrekGames shares, and Miss has already agreed to take on the task if he chooses to let her. I did offer to let her handle my personal account too, but she told me she wanted to hold off on that until she knows which business accounts she’ll need to handle first.

Either way, since the kids have Kevin, I’m confident that I can go to work this afternoon without the worries that have been weighing me down for the last few days. I’m even feeling a little less worried that Megan is headed for trouble if she keeps dating the so-called detective stunt-double, or whatever that Vitto guy really is.

Margie hasn’t managed to find out anything more about either Vitto or Mark, and there is no way to know if the guy switched out Mark’s details with his own or if either Vitto or Mark Smith really exist at all. But really, I can’t fault the guy for being a master spy or an international man of mystery or whatever he is. All I know is, if the guy isn’t bothering my kids, then I can stand aside and watch instead of making waves.

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