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She rolled over with teary eyes.
“Why do you hate me?” I asked.
“Because you took away Harlow,” she said. “She was starting to become my friend.”
“You can make better friends,” I said. “I could’ve sworn you didn’t like her anyway.”
“I was just holding out because I didn’t think she’d last.” She sniffled. “I really liked her, and the twins did, too.”
“The twins are still learning that crayons don’t belong in their mouths. They don’t know much of anything.”
“They don’t cry when you leave for work like they did with the other nannies.” She didn’t laugh at my joke. “They listen to every page ofDaddy Loves Mewhen she reads it. They never did that with anyone else; they don’t even make it the whole way through whenyouread.”
“I’m sorry that you’re upset, Olivia, but I did what was best.”
“For us or for you?”
We’ve officially spent too much time together.
“You might like your new nanny more,” I offered. “That seems to be the pattern lately with each nanny lasting longer than the one before, right?”
She turned away and pulled a blanket over her head.
“Get out of my room, Uncle Brooks. I would like to be left alone.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I mean every word I say.” She sounded just like me. “Should I say them in French for you to better understand?”
TWENTY-EIGHT
HARLOW
“So, you’d rather take out a loan at a crazy high interest rate than go back to a freakin’ billionaire and get the money he owes you?” Sasha glared at me via video chat.
“I’m not taking anything from that asshole ever again. He’s given me enough shit.”
“You know, you’ve done some incredibly stupid things since I’ve known you, but this takes the number one spot.”
“He fired me for taking her to a play, Sasha!” I still couldn’t believe it. “A play! You should’ve seen the way he peeled off the money. He made me feel like I was disposable.”
Her expression softened, and she sighed.
“Okay, I get it. Do you want me to pick it up for you, then?” she asked. “You can’t afford to miss a savings deposit for your bakery. That’s what really matters, remember?”
“I know.” I nodded. “Would you really do that for me?”
“Of course.” She smiled. “I’ll get it first thing tomorrow, and I’ll see you at a much-deserved happy hour.”
“I’ll be there early.” I ended the call.
Even though I didn’t owe him anything, it didn’t feel right to take my anger out on Olivia. I pulled out a gift I’d bought her and searched for an envelope.
As I was sealing it, my doorbell sounded.
“Coming!”
I opened the door and found myself face to face with Mr. Dawson.
