Scoring Off The Ice (Ice Kings #2) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,42

I say to Leah. Her face is pinched up. Possibly mad I haven’t hit on her yet. I have no plans to. She needs to go. “I need to answer this.”

I open her text and smile. Yes.

Paisley: Are we still on for tonight?

Yes. Absolutely. We can get to that later.

I grab my phone and send her a text, amazed I’ve been able to figure out how to do all this with only one hand.

Me: Interviewing a nanny and she’s giving me crazy eyes. Come help.

I’m not sure if that will get her running, but I left the door unlocked. As soon as Leah stepped inside earlier and looked at me, I didn’t want us locked in together. It feels weird having another woman in my home.

This whole thing is strange and so far I don’t have the highest opinion of this service. I’m supposed to trust someone like Leah with Angelo while I’m gone? And staying in my home while I travel?

What if she really is the best option they have? I’m more concerned she’ll dig through my personal things or take photos of herself naked in my bed or something.

The idea sends a cold shiver down my spine.

No wonder why most of my teammates’ wives’ stay home once they start having families. It makes sense.

I’m halfway to a panic attack when the door opens, and I instantly turn toward it.

Paisley is there, hair piled on top of her head, cheeks flushed. She wears a cute skirt and peach blouse, tucked in at the waist and slightly wrinkled. The blouse is loose and flows beautifully over breasts I want my hands on.

“Hey honey,” she says. “How’s the sweet little guy doing today?” She swishes and sways toward me, and I notice she hasn’t taken her eyes off me before she’s in front of me.

Her hands are at my cheeks and then her lips are on mine.

She’s kissing me, and I only have a vague recollection of Leah in my home and how much I need her to go when Paisley pulls back and winks.

“Think that’ll do it,” she whispers and kisses me again.

“What?”

A strange sound comes from behind me and Paisley pops up, brushing a finger to Angelo’s cheek in my arms. She grins widely. “Hi, I’m Paisley. Mikah’s girlfriend, are you the nanny?”

“Girlfriend?”

I cringe at the tone in her voice. She doesn’t sound disappointed or surprised, but angry.

“Yes, and I’m sorry, but I’ve been running late, and we have dinner plans this evening.” Paisley smiles down at me. “Have you asked all the questions?”

“Yup.”

“Great.” She claps her hands together and swings her arm out toward the door. “I’m sure he’ll call you later, or the service will to discuss plans to move forward. But we should get going.”

I have to fight back a grin. I should have been able to do this myself, but I swear taking care of Angelo and losing sleep has stolen brain cells. I’ve read mom-brain is a thing. But I haven’t heard of dad-brain yet. I’m certain I have it, though.

Perhaps I should have been ruder to Leah, but I don’t want her saying any negative about me to the service yet. Not until I give them a chance for someone else that won’t drool over me.

Plus, this hasn’t been all bad. I now know that when Paisley is bossy, especially dressed in that tight skirt and silky blouse, she’s one hundred and ten percent sexy.

“Mikah?” Leah asks, and her smile is no longer trying to be seductive. It’s tight and makes her face looks pinched.

“Thank you for coming, Leah. The service will let you know what I decide.” I focus on Angelo, hoping she gets the clue I’m dismissing her.

After Paisley says goodbye as well and the door closes, I breathe a full breath for the first time since she arrived.

“Thank you. That shouldn’t have been so hard, but she wasn’t getting my hints.”

“I think she’s got a head full of NHL hockey stars.” Paisley giggles.

In my arms, Angelo pushes the bottle’s nipple out of his mouth and grunts.

She holds out her hands. “Can I take him?”

I love that she always seems to want her hands on him. Since I’ve been thrown up on twice today, the decision is easy.

“He’s all yours.” I hand her a burp cloth first. Once she has it draped over her shoulder, I hand him to her.

“And you? Do you have a head full of NHL hockey stars?”

“No.” She kisses Angelo’s cheek and smiles at me. “But I’ve