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“Dodrugs?”
“No.”
“Gota boyfriend?”hedemanded.
Her backstiffened.“I don’tseehowthat’sanyof your business.”
“Idon’twanttocomehometoyoufucking yourboyfriendwhileyou’resupposedtobecaringfor mychild. That’showit’smybusiness,”hesnarled.
Hedidhaveapoint.Iftheirroleswerereversed,Gigiwouldwanttoknowherchildwasn’tbeing exposed toanything inappropriate.“Fine,”sheconceded,her jawtightas shespoke. “No,Idon’t.”
Henodded slightly. “Good.”
When hedidn’taskany morequestions,and letsilencesettlebetweenthem,she began to fidget. Max’seyes slid downto her legs asshecrossed and re-crossed them.
“I needtoknowsomething else,”hesaid suddenly.
“Okay.”
“Areyouinterested inthisjob oramIwastingmyfucking timewithyou?”
Shebithertongue,tooka deepbreathandforcedherwordstocome outslowlytoconcealher anger.“You’llhavetoforgiveme,butIonlyfoundoutaboutyouandyourjobanhourago.Jen hadn’ttold meshe’d given you mynumber,and shecertainlyhadn’ttold methejob wouldbeasa nanny.”
Hislipsthinned.“Fine,”hesaid.“Tell meabout yourselfnowandIcandecidewhetheryou’llbe appropriateto bemy daughter’s nanny.”
Shebristled athistoneandhischoice ofwords. Appropriate?“You knowwhat?I don’tneed a job thisbadly.”Shestoodandmovedtoleave,butMax wastherealready,holdingthedoorshut.Gigi’s heartbouncedintoherthroat. “Whatareyoudoing?”sheasked,gladherwordshadcomeout strongly.
The musclein hisjawjumped ashelooked down ather. She feltlikehewasseeing pastherskin and down intohersoul.“I’m…sorry,”hesaid softly.
She blinked.“Excuseme?”
“I’msorryI’mbeing an asshole.”Maxremoved his hand fromthedoor and ran itthroughhis hair. “I’vehadabadfewmonthsandIshouldn’tbetakingitoutonyou.Canyoupleasecomeandsit down and talktomeand I'll refrain from biting your head off.”
Gigilookedbackatthecouch,hereyesdriftingdowntoErinplayinghappily.Sheturnedback fromthedoor,andshecouldhaveswornhesighedwithrelief.Shewas also surprisedwhenhesat besideher.
“Tellmeaboutyourself.”
Shelooked ather hands. “You already know the highlights. There’s not much more to tell.”
“Tell me something I don’t know, then.”
“Like what?”
“Anything.”
She bit her lip. “I hate PB&J sandwiches—I think they’re just awful.”
Max’s mouth curved up a little in the corner. “You’re insane. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are the cornerstone of my diet.”
“Well, you can keep them then,” she shot back with a smile.
“You’re studying anthropology?”
“Yes.”
Maxlookedimpressed.
“Didyougotouniversity?”Sheventured oneofher own questions.
