Page 39 of Nanny for My Billionaire

“I should only be gone for a couple of hours,” I tell the men as I head for the door. “I don’t expect Adam to leave for work until after I’ve come home, but I’ll call and tell you if it might take me a bit longer if it’s going to happen that way, Kevin. We didn’t hire you specifically to be the babysitter, so I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“No, Miss, it’s not a problem,” he says. “I’m perfectly qualified for all aspects of caring for children, including a bit of tutoring if it’s ever required. I’m also trained in CPR and have plenty of combat skill training. And if you bring home any bacon, I could fry that up for you too.”

“A regular Mr. Military Mom,” Adam comments dryly, making all three of us laugh.

Shaking my head at the weirdos, I kiss the weird one that’s mine before I head out the door. The drive to the mansion only takes about five minutes, and when I get there, I find Megan home alone, just as I’d hoped.

“What the hell, why won’t you answer your cell?” I complain as soon as I see her.

“Um, it sort of got dropped into the harbor,” she says, cringing. “I need to go get a replacement, but today is the first day I’ve had off since it happened.”

I give her the stink eye. “And you’re lounging around here instead of going to deal with it why?”

“Actually…Vitto bought me another one,” she explains. “I just thought you’d have a cow when I told you, so I’ve sort of been holding off.”

“Huh?” I gasp. “You let some strange guy we don’t even know buy you a cell phone after he was stalking your sister and her almost-step kids? How the hell do you know he didn’t put a bug in the thing or something?”

“That’s why I didn’t call you with it. Duh,” she points out.

I roll my eyes at her. “Do you not see a flaw to your logic somewhere in that?”

She rolls her eyes right back at me. “He’s not trying to hurt those kids, he’s trying to help them,” she insists. “It’s just that he can’t explain what’s really going on until he’s finished the job.”

“So, secret agent international spy stuff?” I scoff lightly. “Well, that sounds right up your alley, Sis.”

She snickers. “It sort of does, right?”

I don’t know which is worse, the degree of gullibility she’s willing to allow herself, or the total lack of trust that lives in my heart. I imagine there’s a happy medium somewhere, and I think I know where to start. “Give me your new number, then, if you believe what you’re telling me right now. I need to be able to reach you—you know, in case some bad guys actually show up and I need to let you know. I’d hate for you to read about it later in some cheesy news article.”

“Oh, my God, Miss, you’re such a drama queen,” she tells me as she grabs my cell and puts her number onto a new line in her old profile. “There, now you can calm down.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” I reply. “Well, anyway, other than dropping your phone in the Boston harbor, how did the rest of your date go? Sara said you didn’t even come home until the next morning, so it must have gone pretty well.”

“It did,” she agrees, with a mischievous grin. “Flirty fun, then the best sex ever. What I liked best was the fact that he didn’t try to sneak out of the motel room after and simply leave me one of those ‘thanks for the memories’ notes on the table or anything. When I woke up, he was getting dressed. Told me that he’d got called in to work.”

“Work?”

“It’s weird, but I guess he’s in Boston because of that stupid movie they’re doing,” she says with a shrug. “I guess he’s standing in for some stunt double because his leg got broken and the two of them have a similar look.”

“Do you even listen to yourself? Everything about this guy just keeps on getting weirder,” I say. “Then again, considering the crazy I just left at my house, all that means is that he might just fit right in.”

“So, since we haven’t talked, I’ve been getting all my news vicariously through Sara,” Megan says then. “You guys got paperwork from Gena demanding mediation?”

“Oh, yeah, but the hearing isn’t for about a month and Ben is helping Adam sort all that out,” I say. “But really, I don’t see why the woman thinks she has a pot to piss in after the way she dropped off her babies and literally told Adam he could keep them. It’s just too bad the only witnesses to her saying it were the guy she took off with, Adam, and the boys themselves. I sure hope the boys won’t get dragged in to tell these people what she said. They still cry themselves to sleep over it sometimes.”

“Poor little guys,” she says, sighing. “I sure hope things will work out for the best for them. I’d hate to see such a heartless mother get her clutches on them again.”

“Well, I need to get back home before Adam leaves for work,” I say. “Glad to see you’re still in one piece—and you enjoyed your piece as well. I just want to caution you about that, though. Meg, you know that guy probably isn’t likely to stick around, even if he is one of the good ones. Once his job is done, he’ll hit the airport so quick you might never even see the back of him.”

She sighs. “Yeah, I know that. I just wish it wasn’t true. He’s got to be the hottest guy I’ve ever known, hands down. I’m sure going to miss him once he’s gone.”

“Then there’s a possibility for date number two?” I ask curiously.

“Yeah, we’ll be going out again on Friday.”

I sigh. “Is it too much to ask you to keep me posted this time?”

She grins. “Yeah, Sis, sure. I promise. Well—at least I promise to try.”

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