Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
She gives him a look, it’s not a rude look, but just a look that tells him just how much she hopes he goes with whatever it is she has pitched to him. Then, she turns and disappears. That baby girl is so darn cute, but she is wearing the most expensive clothes I’ve ever seen. It makes me wonder how the hell they have a chance of parenting her together. Hugh and Delilah are so completely opposite it’s terrifying.
“Sorry, Hugh,” I say when she’s gone. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“You saved me; I couldn’t take much more of that conversation.”
“Your daughter is beautiful,” I say, carefully.
He glances at me. “Yeah, she is. Delilah wants me to give it a go with her, to try for Starla’s sake, but I don’t know if I’ve got it in me. Didn’t even want a fuckin’ kid and now she’s all I think about. I hate not bein’ with her.”
“Were you and Delilah a thing?”
He shrugs. “We had fun, yeah. We get along and she’s been pretty good so far when it comes to Starla, but bein’ together is a whole different story. Her family ain’t happy about me and they either want me in or out.”
“Rich families, huh,” I mutter.
He nods. “You’d know.”
I laugh, bitterly. “You have no idea. So, you and Delilah giving it a go would mean?”
“Mean me livin’ with her and givin’ it a real go. She wants to go back to work so we have to hire a nanny, a fuckin’ nanny. Seems like the craziest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever heard. She’s not willin’ to give up her job and obviously I can’t fuckin’ quite mine. She might be rich but I’m not bendin’ over and bein’ their little bitch. I’m a man and I’ll take care of my family.”
Aw.
“If you live with her, does that mean her place, or...”
“Nope, she wants us to get a place. Can see what’s goin’ to happen, though. Next it’ll be she wants me to give up the club.”
“Maybe that’s not what she wants. I guess you’d have to talk to her and see where her thoughts are regarding all of it. Be very clear before you make a choice. I admire you for considering it, it’s special that you’d want to be around your daughter.”
He nods. “Yeah, we’ll see how it ends for me. If you know a nanny, I’m allowed to choose. See, I’ve got some fuckin’ control.”
We both laugh.
But a thought pops into my mind.
I do know a nanny.
A fucking great nanny.
My friend Maggie.
What a perfect fit she would be.
Tee hee.
“WAIT, YOU RECOMMENDED me?” Maggie asks as we sit at Wildflowers the next day. “Why?”
“What do you mean why?” I scoff. “You’re the best at what you do. They’d be lucky to have you.”
She’s also sassy, crazy and doesn’t take any crap. Her being put in between Delilah and Hugh would be a damned hoot to say the least. Plus, I feel bad that I didn’t talk to her for so long and I’m trying to patch up our friendship which means I’m doing something nice to get us back on our feet.
“They’re rich as fuck, they could do way better.”
I roll my eyes. “There is no better and yes, they are rich. Hugh isn’t, though. He wants a down to earth person spending time with his daughter, it was his one request. He is super interested in meeting you.”
“He’s a biker though,” she whisper hisses.
“That’s what makes it even better,” I wiggle my brows. “Imagine how much in-house drama you’ll see.”
“I know, but ugh, I feel like it would be really dramatic. It’s like a bad romantic comedy.”
I laugh. “Yeah, it really is. The biker and the princess, what a best seller.”
Maggie laughs.
“You need to be careful of those bikers, dear.”
I turn my head to see Doris peering over at us, acting like she hasn’t been listening to absolutely everything we’re saying.
“I just caught a snippet of your conversation,” she goes on, “but I just wanted to say, be careful. You don’t want to be going through what all these other girls have been going through. They get swept off their feet and lose all their standards.”
“Doris,” I scoff with a grin. “I haven’t lost my standards.”
“You all turn into doe eyed little deers the second those men walk into the room.”
“Have you seen them though?” I wink at her.
“Oh, believe me, I’ve kept some mental imagines, but you’re giving them too much control. Let him approach you, dear,” she tells Maggie, “don’t you go begging for a job.”
“Oh,” Maggie says. “Trust me, I don’t beg.”
“See, for now she’s got her head screwed on straight. One sideways smile from one of those bikers and she’ll be swooling just like the rest of you.”
I lose it, bursting out laughing. “Firstly, what the hell is a sideways smile and secondly, it’s swooning, Doris. Not swooling.”