How To Wife Your Nanny A Billionaire Single Dad Romantic Comedy- Melinda Minx Page 0,9
only cares about his own financial gain and nothing else. No one else. How could you ever trust a man like that?”
“Didn’t you say he had a kid?”
I frown. He was really good with Naomi. Frustratingly so. I always imagined rich guys like that having nothing to do with their daughters. Just handing them off to some nanny and never seeing them except at arranged dinner times or something. I imagined kids of people like Noah Black being terrified of their own fathers, or at best having no real feelings of affection toward them.
When Naomi looked at Noah though, her eyes lit up. She wasn’t afraid to hug her father, and he wasn’t afraid to hug her back. He smiled wide—with his whole face and his eyes, not just his mouth—whenever he looked at that little girl. He really did love his daughter. So he may be a cartoon villain who ruined my life, but he did at least have room in his heart for at least one other person.
“You really think I should try to forgive him?” I asked.
“$6 billion dollars.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s only not an answer if you’re absolutely insane, Lacey.”
4
Noah
I tried taking dramamine for the ferry. I thought it was helping, but then I made the mistake of looking at a wall.
It didn’t help that the hamburgers they sell on that ferry smell worse than I imagine a White Castle would smell like, not that I’d ever step foot in one. I leaned over the railing, and by some miracle, I managed not to vomit.
“Are you okay, Daddy?”
“You mind if we don’t take the ferry next time?”
“But we can see the Statue of Libery.”
“Liberty.”
“Are you going to tell Miss Lacey Larsen that you’re sorry?”
“I am.”
“Like in the Mean Gobblegurt Who Didn’t Want to Say Sorry?”
“That’s right,” I said. “Just like that.”
I could have said that whole damn story from memory. Word-for-word. I probably knew Lacey’s stories better than she did. I bet I’d read them a few hundred more times than she ever had.
It hurt to know that I’m the Greedy Gobblegurt Who Doesn’t Want to Share. I’d read that to my daughter hundreds of times at bed time, never realizing it was about me. I never realized that the story Naomi liked so much, and the lesson it was trying to teach her, was that people like me are horrible people.
So it was up to me to show Lacey that I’m not the greedy Gobblegurt. Well, technically the Greedy Gobblegurt ended up sharing at the end of the story. I just had to show her that I was willing to learn and grow from my mistakes. Just like a little goblinesque cartoon character.
The ferry docked, and we took an Uber to the library.
Naomi was bobbing up and down with excitement. We brought every one of her Gobblegurt books with her for Lacey to sign. Even if Lacey didn’t forgive me, I knew she’d sign those books for Naomi at least.
We arrived early, which was my intention. I wanted to try to catch her before Reading Hour started.
We walked inside, and I scanned the library. It was a smaller library, and I scanned around looking for her. There weren’t too many places to hide, so I spotted her right away.
Well, to be more exact, I spotted her ass. She was bending over and putting books down onto the bottom shelf. What did it say about our relationship that I could already recognize her just from looking at her ass? It probably meant that the first time we’d met, I’d been checking her body out much more than I thought I had been.
I snuck up on her, and I enjoyed the view for what was probably longer than was gentlemanly for me to do. I thought of clearing my throat to get her attention, but Naomi did it for me.
“Miss Lacey Larsen!” she shouted. “Can you please sign all my Gobblegurt books? I brought all of them!”
Lacey jumped up in surprise. She turned around so fast that I didn’t have time to move my eyes from where they were: locked right onto her ass like one of those fighter jet heads-up displays.
I tore my eyes up to her face, which wasn’t hard since her face looked so good when she blushed.
“Of course,” she said to Naomi, “let me just finish shelving these.”
She avoided looking at me, so I got down on my knees next to her. “I’ll help.”