Bound by the Boss's Baby
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Nina Singh
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In Nina Singh's latest romance, a nanny falls for her billionaire boss and his precious little boy. Could they be the family she's always longed for? UNDERCOVER NANNY AND THE TYCOON After her own difficult upbringing, Fallon needs to know her foster sister's sweet baby boy is being cared for. Her plan: get his father to employ her as a nanny! The bond that property magnate Enrique has with his son quickly reassures Fallon. What's unsettling is the chemistry igniting with her far-too-gorgeous boss. But Enrique's been betrayed before, so he won't easily forgive her for concealing how she really knows little Lucas. Yet it soon becomes impossible to resist their attraction… Or the feeling that this unexpected family could be the home she's always dreamed of!
CHAPTER ONE
ENRIQUE MARTINEZ RACKED his brain, trying to think of all his recent transgressions that he might have gotten away with. He’d clearly been mistaken about at least one. Because he was on the phone with the local police station at the moment. An Officer Clark was on the other end of the line, saying they had an important matter to discuss.
Enrique figured the matter couldn’t be all that serious, whatever it was. Because they weren’t at his door at the moment with an arrest warrant. Or some kind of search warrant, for that matter.
Unless that had more to do with who he was and where he came from. Even in this part of the world, his family name went far to afford him such considerations. Fair or not, just or not. Enrique didn’t spend too much time analyzing the advantages his birthright afforded him. It was simply the way things were.
“Maybe we should discuss this face-to-face, Mr. Martinez,” Officer Clark said into the phone.
Enrique sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was a busy man; this officer had to know that. His schedule today was particularly chaotic.
“I’m afraid that would be quite difficult to do, Officer.”
The other man chuckled lightly before responding. “Yeah, I get it. You must be a busy man,” he said, echoing Enrique’s exact thoughts. “Being a titan of industry and all.”
Enrique pushed his executive chair back from the wide mahogany desk and lifted his feet to the surface, crossing his ankles. Leaning back with his head on the top of the chair, he did his best to summon some much-needed patience. This was obviously going to take a while. He really wished the man would just get to the point already.
“What’s this about, Officer?” he asked.
He heard the other man clear his throat. “Well, it’s a little awkward. Especially over the phone. But we think we might have something that belongs to you.”
Huh. That was rather curious. For the life of him, Enrique couldn’t surmise what item they might have of his that would have turned up at a Cape Cod police station.
Had one of his cars been stolen? Highly unlikely. Aside from his state-of-the-art security systems at every one of his residences, his security team on-site would have notified him immediately.
“I’m afraid I have no idea what you might mean.”
“Someone dropped off a package at our door sometime in the predawn hours. They were wearing a hoodie and some type of surgical mask. We’re still going over security footage, but an ID might be difficult.”
“I see. What makes you think it’s mine?”
“There was a note saying it needed to be delivered to you ASAP.”
Okay.
The man went on. “Believe me, we debated even contacting you. It has to be some sort of scam. So we’ve already contacted the appropriate agencies.”
Enrique swore under his breath. He was more confused now than he’d been at the start of the phone call. This whole conversation was making less and less sense with each consecutive word spoken.
But when the man finally got to the point, Enrique was certain he couldn’t have heard him right.
Infant...
“I’m sorry. Did you just say that there was a baby left at your station?”
“That’s right.” The words were followed by a loud clearing of the officer’s throat.
Enrique would have laughed if he wasn’t so darn confused. “I’m sorry. But what does any of that have to do with me?”
“Well, you see, he was all bundled up and strapped into a basket. With a note attached to his little sweater.”
“A note?”
The man cleared his throat again. Clearly a nervous habit. “The note claimed you’re the father.”
The words echoed in his head before Enrique could fully process them. Baby. Basket. Father!
Enrique rubbed his forehead. How was this phone call even happening?
“I know it sounds ridiculous. And I probably shouldn’t have bothered you with it, but I figured you should at least know.”
That settled it. Someone was almost certainly playing a joke on him. When he figured out who it was, there’d be hell to pay. He didn’t have time for such foolishness. But most of the people in his life knew that very well. He couldn’t imagine who in his circle might have believed for even a moment that such a prank might be a good idea.
“You’re right, Officer,” he finally replied when he could get his mouth moving again. “That is ridiculous.”
Wasn’t it?
A long pause followed from the other end of the line. Enrique wasn’t typically at a loss for words. For the first time in his life, Enrique Leon Martinez was completely stumped as to what to say.
The police officer finally broke the silence. “What would you like us to do, sir?”
What did he want them to do? He honestly didn’t know. The chance that this infant was actually his had to be slim. But he couldn’t claim that it was zero. He frequented the Cape often on business. Even had a residence here.
The last time he was here...
Enrique swore. It had been a little less than a year ago. When he’d purchased the latest resort. He was here now to see about its renovations and rebranding. He’d celebrated his latest acquisition with a fine brandy and gourmet dinner.
And he’d left with the pretty brunette who’d bused his table in between courses. Damn.
Enrique made his mouth work somehow. “About how old does the child appear to be?”
“Well, I have four of my own. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s about three months give or take.”
Huh. Three months. That would seem to fit the timeline.
Enrique had an urge to ask the man what the child looked like. Or to send a picture. Then he realized how ridiculous a notion that was. There really were only two options here. He could bid this man goodbye and tell him none of this was really any of his business. That it was all clearly some colossal error.
Or he could see for himself personally about this child who was supposedly his.
The officer helped him make the decision a moment later. “The address we have on file for you happens to be on the way to the medical center where he’s supposed to be taken for evaluation. It isn’t standard procedure at all, but I can stop by on the way,” he said. “You know, if you’d like to see him.”
Fallon Duvall was trying desperately to stay asleep and ignore the alert sound coming from her phone and echoing off the walls of her tiny room.
What time was it anyway? And who was calling her? No one made phone calls anymore. Served her right for taking her phone off silent in the first place. She’d only done it in case one of the parents she’d been scheduled to meet that evening during parent-teacher interviews might have a need to reach her. She’d forgotten to switch it back.
Her mind still in a fog, she realized that the phone had been ringing for quite a while already. Between her exhaustion and how she’d trained herself to sleep through most noise, Fallon had been able to ignore it. Living right outside the Greater Boston area in a building overlooking the main expressway into the city had necessitated teaching herself how to sleep through almost any sounds. Almost.
Thankfully, the phone went silent. Fallon didn’t even have the energy to reach over and fix the setting. She’d spent the day scrubbing and tidying her classroom. Then made sure to give each parent her undivided attention during their one on ones. She was utterly exhausted. Whatever the call was about, it could wait until later this morning.
A mere three seconds passed before her cell rang again.
Okay. Someone was clearly desperate to reach her. Fallon mentally wiped the cobwebs of sleep from her drowsy mind. Reaching for her phone, she switched the bedside lamp on at the same time. And then cursed herself for even thinking about ignoring the call.
The caller was the one person in the world she actually cared to hear from. Sasha.
Fallon nearly dropped the device in her haste to finally answer. “Sasha, hi.”
“Hi, sis,” came the breathy reply after a lengthy pause.
“Is everything all right?”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course,” Sasha said, a little too quickly, and not terribly convincing.
“I haven’t heard from you in a while.”
“I know, sis. Just wanted to hear your voice, that’s all.”
A pang of guilt stabbed through Fallon’s chest. She’d been so busy these past couple of years, and particularly over the last few months. Sasha had never been the best communicator, but she’d gone particularly silent recently. And Fallon had been too preoccupied with her own life to do anything about it. Finishing up her studies, then becoming certified as a public school teacher, followed by a stressful job search had taken all her time and mental energy. When she’d finally landed her job, she’d been much too busy, between teaching during the day and making up lesson plans in the evenings. Her summers weren’t any better with all the waitressing she did just to make ends meet. But none of that was any kind of excuse. None of those accomplishments would even be possible if it wasn’t for the woman on the other end of the line. The foster sister who’d taken Fallon under her wing when she’d needed someone the most. Fallon should have never allowed the silence between them to go on as long as it had. Sasha had been struggling for years to get her life in order. The impetus would have been on Fallon to maintain communication.
“It’s nice to hear your voice too,” Fallon said, lying back flat on her pillow. “Are you sure everything’s all right?”
Again, the pause before Sasha’s answer had alarm bells ringing in her head.
“Yeah,” Sasha answered finally, drawing the word out into three syllables. “I just need to go away for a while. And I wanted to hear your voice before I did,” she repeated.
“Go away?”
“Uh-huh. I’m not sure exactly where yet. But I wanted to tell you before leaving that I’m really proud of you.”
The guilt in her chest grew by several factors.
Sasha continued. “I’m guessing you’re a teacher by now, just like you always planned.”
Fallon rubbed a palm down her face. “Uh, yeah. I teach kindergarten in South Boston.”
“That’s good, sis. Really good. Little kids are cute. They should all be well taken care of.”
Okay. Even for Sasha, this conversation was starting to sound a bit too pensive. She was clearly in the depths of some kind of deep melancholy.
“Agreed,” Fallon said. It was all she could come up with.
“Remember in that one foster home they sent us to, the mom had just recently had a baby. That kid was real cute.”
Not like Fallon could forget. The woman had foisted her kid onto her and Sasha for hours on end. While she went on doing heaven knew what. “He was.”
“Remember how she made us look after her baby for hours while she was out and about?”
“I do.”
“I was terrible as a caregiver though.” Fallon remembered that as well. At one point, Sasha had put the baby’s diaper on backward. Then there was the day she had almost dipped his pacifier in a candy syrup and Fallon had luckily seen, or the time she’d turned her back and walked away from the changing table and the baby had almost rolled off before Fallon had rushed over just in the nick of time to catch him.
“I haven’t thought about that house in years,” Fallon said, though that wasn’t quite accurate. She’d made an effort to try and push those days far back to the recesses of her mind. The only good thing about that period in her life had been the increasingly strong bond with the foster sister who’d taken her under her wing and protected her from bullies and leery fellow fosters alike.
The real question now was, why was Sasha bringing all this up?
“I have some news too,” Sasha said, rather dramatically.
“Oh?”
Another long empty pause followed. The only sound coming through the tiny speaker was Sasha’s quick breathing.
Fallon waited with all the patience she could muster. When Sasha finally spoke, she could hardly believe her ears. “Yeah, so I’ve had a baby myself, sis.”
Fallon bolted upright and bounced off the mattress. She was fully awake now. Had she heard her right?
Sasha confirmed with her next words. “Nearly three months ago.”
“Oh, my...”
“His name is Lucas.”
“Sasha. What the—” Fallon had no idea what to say. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Took a while but I’m all healed up now. I’ve been staying at a shelter and the ladies there are very caring and helpful.”
“And the baby? How is he?”
“I’m guessing he’s fine.”
The earlier alarm bells in Fallon’s head turned to blaring loud sirens. “You’re guessing? What does that mean?”
Sasha’s large gulp of air could be heard over the small speaker. “See, I just couldn’t handle it anymore. The work, the crying in the middle of the night, having another mouth to feed. It was all too much.”
Fallon’s throat went dry. “What did you do?”
“I left him.”
Panic surged through her core. The Sasha she knew would never be careless or cruel. But had she changed so drastically? “What do you mean you left him? Where?”
“Relax, sis. I left him nice and wrapped up in blankets and a carrier outside the Falmouth Police station.” Fallon released a deep sigh of relief. The police were sure to have made certain the baby was safe.
“I attached a note instructing them to contact his father,” Sasha added.
“Who might that be?”
Sasha actually chuckled. “You might not believe me when I tell you. I can hardly believe it myself. God, it was a fun night.”
“Just tell me,” Fallon urged, mentally praying to all the deities that it wasn’t one of the street criminals Sasha so often befriended.
The name Sasha uttered sounded vaguely familiar. Not a household name, as such, but definitely one she’d heard before.
A quick internet search on the man told her enough to have Fallon reeling in shock. What had Sasha gone and done?
If someone had told him this morning that there would be a police officer standing on his door stoop holding a carrier with a baby, Enrique might have laughed aloud. Added that said baby might actually be his own son made the scenario beyond surreal.
Yet here he was, inviting a uniformed policeman into his foyer and leading him to the sitting room.
“I’m afraid I can’t linger here too long,” the other man said once he’d stepped inside the room and Enrique had shut the door behind him. He didn’t need his staff to see his unusual guest and begin a wave of questions and gossip. “Standard protocol is to take the baby straight to the medical center to be screened and evaluated.”
“I appreciate you bending the rules. Not that I’m not thankful, but might I ask why you did so in this case?”
“Well, I hope you take this next comment in the manner it’s intended. And that I’m not being terribly forward. But we did some online searches after reading the note. There’s quite a few photographs of you on the internet.”
“And?”
“And if you don’t mind my saying, there appears to be a strong resemblance.”
Something fluttered in Enrique’s chest. “I see.”
The other man’s statement landed like a load of bricks over his head. Suddenly, the import of this moment became all too real, no longer a hypothetical.
He’d always prided himself on being fully prepared to tackle any circumstance. To be always ready to deal with any unknown or unexpected curve that might be thrown his way. It was how he’d taken a measly sum of pity money granted to him by his father when he’d turned eighteen and turned it into a vast hospitality empire. But in this moment, Enrique felt at a complete loss. Wholly uncertain as to what to say or how to feel.
Then again, how could he possibly have been prepared for any of this? He hadn’t so much as seen it coming. What in the world would he do if this child indeed was his? How would he even begin the journey of fatherhood? It wasn’t as if he had any kind of example to follow. His own father had never been actually present in his life. Enrique wouldn’t be able to pick him out of a lineup.
Strong resemblance.
It was time to see for himself. “Do you mind?” he asked, stepping forward and reaching for the carrier.
A wealth of emotion flooded his core the second he peered inside at the tiny bundle wrapped in blankets and wearing a knitted hat. Enrique had zero experience with babies, had no idea what a three-month-old might look like. Were they all this impossibly small?
Then the tiny face scrunched up and made a small whimper of a sound before opening his eyes.
Enrique’s whole world shifted. He straightened, trying to get a hold of himself. “If it’s all right, Officer, I’d like to accompany you to the medical evaluation.”
She’d never been very good at deception. But here she was, about to try and deceive one of the most successful and shrewd men on the planet.
Fallon Duvall inhaled a deep breath and summoned all of her resolve. She could do this. She’d come this far.
She had to believe fate was on her side. Why else would she have overheard the conversation between those two nannies at school drop-off that day? Fallon had hardly believed her ears when she’d heard Enrique’s name dropped excitedly and with no small amount of awe. He was apparently on the search for a nanny to care for his son. Sasha’s son. The idea had come to her then and there, and despite how outrageous and far-fetched it sounded to her own ears, Fallon knew she had to try.
After all, Sasha was nowhere to be found and maddeningly silent with no answer to her calls or emails. Fallon had to do something.
She’d enlisted with the nanny service that same afternoon, specifying that she was only interested in one particular opening.
The brief telephone interview with them had gone spectacularly well. Thank the stars above for that, because she didn’t know what she’d have done if she couldn’t get through that stage. Now, it was time to impress the man’s staff.
“You can do this,” she repeated, out loud this time. She had no choice but to try.
The door opened before she could so much as knock. A short, rotund woman with a friendly smile wearing a white service uniform greeted her.
“Ms. Duvall?”
Fallon nodded. “Yes, I’m here to interview for the nanny position.”
The woman motioned her inside. “Come in, please. We’ve been expecting you.”
Her tone implied that Fallon’s arrival wasn’t a moment too soon. The woman sounded as if she might be at the end of her rope.
Fallon heard her mumble something under her breath. “Let’s hope this time’s the charm.”
Her heels clicked on the fancy marble tile as she followed the other woman into the grand foyer. Fallon took a moment to observe her surroundings. And what grand surroundings they were. She felt as if she might have stepped into a renowned European museum. Not that she’d know from any kind of personal experience. Traveling to such places had been a dream of hers since she was a child. But she didn’t have the resources.
Maybe one day.
Fallon sighed deeply and pushed the thoughts aside. This was so not the time for self-pity. She was here for one purpose only. And there was no plan B. For Sasha’s sake, she had to make this work. As well as for the sake of the child she already considered her nephew.
A chill ran over her skin. The house was so very cold, she felt as if she’d stepped into a walk-in freezer like those in the many restaurants she’d worked in as a teen and while putting herself through school. This mansion felt about as welcoming as those freezers too. And just as frigid.
The other woman hadn’t so much as looked back over her shoulder as Fallon continued to follow her path through the foyer. A shrill sound suddenly pierced the air. Echoes of it bounced off the walls. The scream of an infant. Fallon’s chest tightened. That had to be Sasha’s baby. And he clearly wasn’t happy.
“I’m Martha Ritter. There are monitors throughout the house,” the woman in front of her explained, still without even glancing at her.
She continued. “Both auditory and video.”
That explained why she could hear the baby’s cries echoing off the walls. Echoes the other woman didn’t seem too thrilled with.
Fallon’s heart lurched in her chest. If the rest of the staff were anything like this woman, no doubt the baby could sense their resentment. Even small infants could sense when they weren’t wanted. And the child screaming at the top of his lungs right now had been born unwanted. Even by his own mother.
Still, Fallon found she could forgive Sasha yet another fault. Her foster sister hadn’t had the easiest life. Sasha had probably been confused and scared after having a baby by herself. At least she hadn’t abandoned it completely. At least she’d left him in the care of his father.
Who happened to be one of the world’s richest and most successful men.
“You’ll speak to the head of staff,” the other woman was saying as they made their way up a winding spiral staircase. “He’ll be interviewing you first.”
Another wail pierced the air before the woman got the last word out. Fallon could see her hand tightening on the banister. She whispered something under her breath that sounded less than pleasant.
Fallon didn’t think, made a decision before taking the next step. She halted where she was. “If I could,” she began.
Martha stopped three steps ahead of her. She turned around to face Fallon, a look of clear frustration on her face at the realization that Fallon had ceased following.
“What is it?” the other woman demanded, her tone rather icy.
“Perhaps I could see the child first?”
Martha’s eyes narrowed on her face. Fallon’s heart hammered hard in her chest. Great. Now she’d done it. She’d barely stepped into the house and she was about to be thrown out. But she hadn’t been able to bear listening to the anguished cries of the baby any longer. He needed soothing. And clearly no one was there to give him any sort of comfort.
“You’d be there to supervise, of course.” Fallon pressed her case. “Perhaps I might be able to see what’s distressing the little guy so.”
Martha’s eyes narrowed even further. “I don’t recall that any of the literature mentioned the baby was a little boy.”
Fallon cursed herself silently for the blunder. Frustrated or not, Martha Ritter was one astute woman.
“Just a lucky guess.”
At the next shriek, Martha’s features wilted. She shrugged her shoulders with tight impatience.
“Very well. I’m sure Mr. Watson’s busy enough as it is. A few more minutes won’t hurt.”
Fallon had to restrain herself from blowing out a breath in relief.
“This way then,” Martha threw over her shoulder and resumed her ascent up the stairs.
Fallon took a moment to gather herself together and scrambled after the woman who hadn’t bothered waiting for her to catch up.
A strange tightening squeezed her chest. She was about to meet Sasha’s sweet little boy. A boy she already loved and cared deeply for despite never having laid eyes on him.
“So, then, Señor Martinez, shall we move forward with the change in supply order?”
Enrique squeezed his eyes shut and tried to gather his thoughts. For the life of him, he wasn’t sure how to answer. What exactly were the details of this order? It had been explained to him countless times. But his mind felt like mush from lack of sleep and sheer exhaustion.
As much as he had come to adore his newborn son, the child was clearly having trouble adjusting to his new environment. And nothing Enrique did seemed to be helping.
“I’ll have to get back to you with the answer,” he said into the phone, knowing yet another delay was costing him precious time and money.
The man on the other end of the phone call remained silent, but his exasperation came through loud and clear.
As did the sudden shift in the air. Enrique’s ears perked up at the change in the sounds ringing through his ears. Or lack thereof to state it more accurately. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, the air was filled with blessed silence.
“I have to go,” he said into the phone then clicked off the call, no doubt further frustrating his purchasing agent back in Mexico.
But Enrique couldn’t focus on any kind of deal right now. The crying had stopped for more than mere seconds at a time.
What was this magic? Some kind of miracle, no doubt. Whatever it was, he had to figure it out and make sure it never stopped.
Tossing aside the spreadsheets he’d been studying, he strode to the door and out of his study. The golden silence was still there when he reached the nursery. Entering the door, he scanned the room for his son to find him cradled in the arms of a woman he didn’t recognize. She certainly wasn’t anyone on his regular staff. But she was holding Lucas with an air of what could only be described as familiarity. As if she’d somehow known him since birth.
Ms. Ritter straightened as soon as she saw him while the other woman remained oblivious to his presence. She appeared to be fully focused on the baby she held in her arms.
Enrique motioned toward Ms. Ritter to prevent her from announcing his arrival. In awe, he simply stared at the unexpected miracle he beheld. The woman who held his child cooed softly against Lucas’s ear while rubbing his back and rocking him up and down. All the while, she paced slowly along the far wall.
“What’s all this fuss about?” she asked softly against the baby’s cheek before humming a lullaby of some sort.
Eventually, Lucas began to respond to her gentle voice. Enrique watched in stunned silence as his son began gurgling and cooing happily in answer to her voice.
How hard had he himself tried to elicit such a reaction from his child? To no avail. Enrique had lost count of the number of sleepless nights he’d spent on the rocker or pacing the nursery as he cradled his son. The sheer exhaustion was beginning to catch up to him. Business deals were hanging in the balance waiting for his response. He simply didn’t have the time.
Had he ever even heard Lucas’s voice except in the form of a screaming wail? Not that he could recall. Enrique could only continue to stare in stunned silence at the scene.
He took a moment to take a good look at her. He’d been right about the miracle. The woman could only be described as angelic. Thick, long curls cascaded down her back, her hair a shade of auburn he’d be hard-pressed to describe. She couldn’t have been more than five foot six at most, yet her posture and standing gave an air of height to her. Her eyes were currently so focused on his son that they were slightly scrunched.
Suddenly, without warning, her head snapped up. Those golden hazel eyes zoomed square on his face like a laser beam. A flash of emotion shot behind her pupils that he could only describe as animosity before it was gone just as quickly. Only to be replaced by a questioning stare in his direction. Surely he had to be imagining any kind of negativity in her gaze. The woman didn’t even know him, for heaven’s sake. Definitely just his imagination. Or perhaps she’d simply been startled. He had been caught staring at her without saying a word, after all. He strode toward where she stood still cradling Lucas close against her bosom.
“I apologize for not announcing myself,” he said when he reached their side. “But I didn’t want to intrude on the effect you seem to be having on my son.”
The baby’s eyes were still focused squarely on the woman’s face. As if in a trance. Lucas continued to gurgle away.
Angel or witch?
Enrique gave his head a brisk shake to brush off the nonsensical thought. Extending his hand, he waited for her to take it. She merely stared at it before simply offering a small nod of acknowledgment.
It was clearly all he was going to get.
Right. She would have to put the baby down to shake his offered palm. What a silly thing to do. What was wrong with him? With no small amount of awkwardness, he slowly pulled his arm back and jammed his hand into his pocket.
Ms. Ritter appeared at his side. “Sorry if we’ve disturbed you, Señor Martinez. We were just about to conduct the latest nanny interview. Miss Duvall wanted to meet the child first. I didn’t see the harm—”
Enrique waved off the rest of his employee’s words with his free hand. “That’s fine, Ms. Ritter. I haven’t been disturbed.”
His employee’s shoulders sagged in relief. “We’ll just get on with the interview then.”
Enrique surprised himself by stopping her again. “Actually, Ms. Ritter. You may go.”
The woman blinked up at him. “Go? I don’t understand, sir. The young lady has an appointment scheduled with Mr. Watson.”
“Tell him there’s been a change of plans.”
“There has?”
He nodded. “I’ve decided I’ll conduct the interview myself,” he blurted out without any real forethought.
Both women grew wide-eyed in surprise. Well, he’d surprised himself. Of all the items on his to-do list today, interviewing a prospective candidate for the role of nanny wasn’t on the list. What would he even ask her? How many diapers she’d changed in her lifetime? Was that even relevant here?
He did know one thing. He wanted to get to know this woman who had such a miraculous effect on his son mere seconds after having laid eyes on Lucas. A nagging voice in the back of his mind taunted that it wasn’t the only reason. He shoved it aside before it could grow any louder.
Ms. Ritter looked ready to argue, then must have thought better of it. “I’ll leave you to it, then,” she said, before giving the nanny a tight smile and turning on her heel to leave the room.
Huh. He’d referred to her as the nanny in his mind. That settled it then. Enrique realized he’d already made his decision. Unless there was some kind of red flag that popped up on her background check that gave him a glaring and obvious reason not to hire this woman, she was clearly well suited for the job.
And he hadn’t even asked her a single question yet.
Well, there was one question he could start with. How exactly had she managed to quiet Lucas the way she had?
