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“I don’t need a nanny.”
“He’ll be staying with me,” Genevive says.
Ryker whips his head toward her. “Like hell I am. I will not move back to Vermont.”
“Let’s not start this again.” Genevive lets out an exasperated sigh.
“I agree. Let’s not,” Ryker says. “And I’m still not going to Vermont.”
“How on earth do you think you’re going to manage, then?” Genevive asks. “You can’t even drive yourself to your PT appointments right now.”
“I will figure it out. I’ll take the train if I have to.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Shockingly, you maybe managing to drag yourself to the train station is not a good enough solution for me.”
“Unless you plan to kidnap me, I’m not coming to Vermont. My life is here. The little that’s left.”
“Can you please—” Genevive starts before I clear my throat and raise my hand like I’m in elementary school.
“Umm… I’ll do it,” I say.
Both Ryker and Genevive snap their heads toward me.
“No, you will fucking not!” Ryker says almost immediately.
Genevive looks contemplative.
Ryker glares.
“I don’t need you to stay with me out of pity!” He practically spits the words at me.
They cut, but I do my best to ignore the damage and lean to the left to look past him at the nurse. “Did they remove his manners while he was in surgery? And on that same note, are we getting them back anytime soon?”
“You’re not—” Ryker starts to say.
“Are you sure?” Genevive interrupts her son.
I shrug, hoping like hell I look casual and not unnaturally eager about the prospect of staying with Ryker. “It’s really not a problem.”
“You’d need to drive him to Boston for his appointments and probably to and from school, at least for a while,” she says. “It’s a lot to ask.”
“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”
“And I’m saying no,” Ryker says loudly, which we all handily ignore.
“It’ll be fine,” I say. “Really.”
“You’re sure?” Genevive asks once more.
I nod.
“Still no,” Ryker grits through his teeth.
“Darling, it’s this or Vermont.” Genevive turns toward him and slams her hands onto her hips. “Your choice.”
And so, twenty minutes later, we’re heading to Ryker’s place.
It’s a whirlwind of arrangements, with Genevive marching through Ryker’s place with the air of a general preparing for battle as she makes lists and barks orders to a guy dressed in a sharp suit who turns out to be her assistant. He sprang out of a car in front of Ryker’s building the moment I parked.
