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Nope. She didn’t have this. She really, really didn’t have this. A small whimper escaped her and she closed her eyes, breathing in deep.

“Casey?” Wyatt’s voice started to wobble.

Shit.

She had to remember that he was just a kid. He couldn’t help her. And she was supposed to be in charge here.

“I’m all good. I’m just catching my breath after that big climb,” she said.

“I don’t know, Casey. You’re holding on pretty tight. Are you scared?”

“Me? No.”

“You’re not allowed to lie,” Wyatt told her.

Shoot.

He was right.

“Fine, I’m a bit scared,” she admitted.

“I’m going to get Papa.”

“No, wait, don’t do that! We don’t need your Papa. I’ve got this all under control.”

Chapter Sixteen

She had this under control?

He was pretty sure he had never seen anyone who had something less under control. And she’d told Wyatt not to go get him?

Jeb moved closer to his son and stared up at the small woman clinging to the branch of the large oak in his backyard.

“I didn’t call him!” Wyatt called out to her.

“Huh?” She opened her eyes, staring down at Jeb. “Shit.”

“Don’t swear,” he said automatically.

“Shit. Sorry. Crap. Urgh, can’t seem to stop.”

“I have a way to stop you,” he threatened.

Fuck.

What kind of threat was that? He wasn’t even sure.

You cannot threaten or flirt with Casey. She works for you. She’s your son’s sort-of nanny.

Although he was starting to think that out of the two of them, Wyatt was going to be the one looking after Casey.

What had he been thinking, hiring her? Was he really going to trust her with his son?

“What?” she asked. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Come down from there. Now.”

“I’m pretty sure that she can’t come down, Papa. She’s stuck,” Wyatt told him.