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Chapter 1
Hudson
Ding-dong!
The sound of the doorbell rattled me and had me nearly jumping out of my skin.
I sat up, grumbling. I had just wanted some peace and quiet. Even though I was quite grateful for the interruption, I was having the dream again.
The bell went off again. I heard Maria’s footsteps approaching the living room while she wiped her hands on her apron.
“Don’t worry, Maria, I’ll get it. Go on and finish what you were doing.”
“All right, sir.” She returned to the kitchen while I got up and slowly walked toward the door. I yanked it open, and a young lady stood in front of me.
She wore a smile on her face and just stared at me like she was excited to have made my eardrums bleed. Her luggage lay on the floor beside her on the short stairs. I assumed she must have missed her way.
“Wrong address.” I was about to shut the door in her face, but her hand came in the way.
“I’m pretty sure I’m at the right place, sir.”
I paused for a split second, staring at her. She flashed a smile again.
“Is something funny? Because I fail to see what it is.”
“My apologies.”
“Please cut to the chase and let me know what you’re here for. I need to get back to what I was doing.” I was in no mood to be friendly.
“I’m your match!”
“You’re my what now?”
“Your match. The agency sent me here.”
I was yet to make any sense of what she was saying. I looked into her eyes to ensure they weren’t sore red on marijuana. “What agency?”
“Pollidot? You requested a nanny?” I sized her again, with more scrutiny this time.
“You’re the nanny?”
“Yes, sir, I’m delighted to meet you.” She reached out for a handshake.
I kept my hands to myself and watched her slowly pull hers back and drop it. My eyes were rather fixed on the luggage lying on my porch. “Is this yours?”
She nodded in affirmation.
“I didn’t ask for an in-house nanny. Why do you have your bags with you?”
“The agency made me understand that the person who requested a nanny said it was okay for me to live in the house, that it would be much more effective.”
“Well, technically, it was my sister, Amy, who made the request, not me. Just come on in.” I left her standing by the door and walked to the table to pick up my phone.
She had hesitated a bit before picking up her bag and following me into the house.
“Tell me, how old are you?” I asked.
“What?”
