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if Silas so much as got one whiff of me being really interested in someone, he’d probably be on the next ferry to Staten Island to personally win her over for me.

“What’s that smile?” he asked me.

Fuck. I couldn’t think about Lacey without smiling. Silas wasn’t Goose or Tom Cruise. He was Jaws. He could smell a single drop of blood pumping into my dick. If I so much as glanced at a woman, he would try to get her number for me.

“What’s her name?” he asked.

“It’s nothing.”

He pulled out his phone and tapped around. “You were on Staten Island today. What was that for?”

“Why is your phone set up to be able to stalk me?”

“Ask your secretary.”

“Nothing happened on Staten Island—”

The door opened, and Naomi barged in. Her nanny, Carla, was with her, and by the look on Carla’s face, I knew that it was bad news.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I didn’t do anything!” Naomi said.

“She didn’t,” Carla said. “It’s just...I have to move.”

“Move?” I asked. “You need some time off?”

“No,” she said, “I mean I need to quit. My sister in California just had twins.”

I winced. I was super protective of Naomi. It took me months to find Carla. Hearing that I was losing her was the worst news I could have gotten.

“I can double your pay.”

“It’s not that,” she said, “my sister really needs me. She can’t do it alone.”

I closed my eyes, mourning the loss of the first good nanny I’d ever found. “I understand. I’ll keep paying you for a few months. I’ll cover your moving expenses.”

“That’s too kind, that’s—”

I held up a finger. “I’m not doing it to be kind. It’s so that when your sister no longer needs you, I pay your moving expenses again, and you come back here.”

She smiled, but I knew she wouldn’t be back in time. I’d have to find a new nanny.

Silas had slithered over and crouched down next to Naomi, and I felt nervous watching him talk to her, because I knew exactly what he was going to ask her.

“How long until you need to go?” I asked Carla.

She frowned. “Next week?”

I nodded. “Let me know if you need anything else. We’ll miss you dearly.”

She smiled and tapped Naomi on the shoulder. Naomi blew me a kiss and walked out with Carla.

“You need to get this Lacey girl to be the new nanny,” Silas said, his eyes gleaming.

“God damnit, man, you were only talking to Naomi for like ten seconds.”

“And that’s all I needed.”

“Lacey hates my guts, and she’s not a nanny. She’s a librarian.”

Silas pulled out his phone. “Librarians make like 40k a year. Just offer her 100 and she’ll be a nanny. Money gets people to do what you want, and you fortunately have a shitload of it.”

I wanted to hit the phone out of his hand, but the gears in my head were already turning. It wasn’t a terrible idea. Putting aside my attraction to Lacey, Naomi loved her, and having the author of her favorite books as her personal nanny would be better than just getting her to write more books.

I couldn’t overlook the side benefit that Lacey would be around me all the time too. She could start out hating me and holding a grudge, but I could win her over with time.

“That’s an even bigger smile than the first time you were thinking about her,” Silas said. “It seems you are down with my plan.”

“I barely know the woman,” I said defensively. Too defensively. Silas would see right through that.

“Run the full gamut of background checks on her then. I’m sure she’ll be clean.”

3

Lacey

I collapsed into bed when I got home. It had been a long week. Of my three jobs, my Monday, Wednesday, Friday job was the absolute worst, and today was Monday.

I was a delivery driver for the most heartless company in the world. They made what should have already been a pretty rough job into a living hell. There was a computer in the delivery truck, and it made you log in every single time you made a delivery. It made you have your phone within the “delivery radius” to count a delivery as complete, and if you were outside of that circle, you could not complete the delivery.

The problem was that the circle was wrong about half the time, and the only way to fix it was to call into headquarters, where a very snobby asshole with a cushy office job would treat me like I was a