“I’m hot,” I said lamely.
Her face fell. “You can’t marry Uncle Drew.”
“Wait, what? Why would I marry Uncle Drew?”
“He called you sexy.” She lowered her voice to a loud toddler whisper. “Sexy! Daddy says that means you have to get married!”
“Oh, honey.” Bless her heart. “Trust me, I’m not marrying Uncle Drew.”
“Oh, good.” She sighed happily. “Because I already prayed that you would marry Daddy, and then there was a shooting star and Daddy says that means it’s going to happen!”
Tears filled my eyes. I didn’t have to heart to tell her I stopped praying and wishing on stars a long time ago.
Who was I to trample on her dreams anyways? “I guess we’ll see.”
With that, we walked toward the shouting between Eric and Malcom.
And within seconds, I had blue paint both somehow in my mouth and in my hair.
Yeah, I was totally going to marry a rock star.
Not.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Trevor
“Shut up.” My first words oncewe got into the Escalade and drove toward the recording studio.
“Hmm?” Andrew cupped his ear. “I’m sorry, what was that? Were you just telling me to shut up? I didn’t say anything.”
I snorted and took a right toward downtown, the only downtown Seaside had with enough ice cream shops and taffy shops to make a lot of dentists very happy for a very long time.
“Your look says it all.” I groaned. “For the record, I was desperate for someone to help with the kids, I came here to escape, to produce, to help lay tracks for the next album, and I’ve gotten shit done.” I pulled into my parking space at the studio and killed the engine only to see Drew giving me the most shit-eating grin I’d ever seen—which really was saying a lot since the prick rarely smiled and up until recently had been on a downward spiral that would make any rock star proud.
“Fine.” Drew grabbed his bag and then ran a hand through his buzzed hair. “All I’m saying is that she’s hot as f—”
“Please don’t finish that sentence.”
“She’s hot.” Drew sighed like I was being unreasonable. “I mean you have to admit at least that. I can understand being desperate but did you have to hire someone that looks like she could be a super model as your nanny?”
I had no response.
Because what could I say that hadn’t already been said?
She was beautiful.
She was working under my roof.
And she was taking care of my kids.
I let out a rough exhale. “We texted.”
“OMG!” Drew yelled mockingly as he shoved a fist into my shoulder. “Did she make a pot roast for you too? And put on a maid outfit after—holy shit!” He burst out laughing. “This is the best day of my life. Tell me it was actually pot roast.” He grabbed his phone and started texting. “This goes in the group text right the hell now.”
“Don’t!” I lunged for his phone, but he jumped out of the car and ran toward the studio, both fingers going at it.
My phone pinged.
