“Why not ask Calla?”
Simon sighs. “Never mind.”
He brushes past me. Do I want to be a nanny? Not really. Do I want a distraction from being alone all the time? Yes.
“Wait,” I call out. “I’ll come over when I get off work so we can set a schedule. I have clients in the mornings, so I can’t be there until around noon each day.”
It’s faint, but a twitch of a smile tugs at Simon’s lips.
“That will work just fine. See you after lunch.”
He pushes out the door, leaving me standing here a little in shock at what just happened.
But right now, all I can think about is how, for the next three months, I’m not going home to an empty house where I sit alone.
CHAPTER SIX
SIMON
Summer has always been a strong writing season for me. I swear, there’s something about being able to sit outside while I’m writing that makes the words flow easier. I read somewhere being in the sun in general can be just as much of an energy booster as working out. It’s a completely different type of endorphins to improve mood.
I believe it.
I feel unstoppable when I write outside.
I let out a breath and lean back.
It could be the sun or the fresh air that has me writing more words today than I have in weeks, but I’m going to assume it has more to do with Greer than anything. To the idea that my life is going to be easier for the remainder of the summer.
I don’t like to admit that I need help. Hell, I’m not one for conversation, but being alone with Greer this morning, I shared more with her than I had planned. I can’t explain it. I was honestly just going to walk in there and ask her to help, but then… then she’d been doing yoga. I should feel guilty that I spotted her through the front window before I walked in. That I watched her for a moment too long. Long enough for my dick to get an idea it shouldn’t. For my mind to go places I really can’t afford for it to go.
Fuck.
When she went into downward dog, leaving would have been smart, but Grey likes Greer. My sister likes Greer. All my friends know her. She’s the perfect fit for what I need.
So I gave myself a pep talk and walked into her studio and now—now I’m waiting on the porch for her to come home.
I see her before I hear her.
She rounds the corner on her bike, smiling. Her eyes go wide, and she laughs. Then she spots me, rips the headphones from her ears, and comes to a stop.
“Hi, Simon.” She kicks her kickstand down and then climbs off the bike. She’s changed her clothes, but instead of the plum yoga pants she’d been wearing earlier, she’s got on another one of those sport dresses.
Like the one she was wearing for her date and how he let her down that night.
A piece of me wishes I knew who it was.
“Nohiback? I guess you did talk enough earlier to cover about a week’s worth of conversations for us.”
I raise a brow as she walks toward me.
The only downfall of this whole thing, aside from the attraction I now have to fight off, is the fact that Greer is never in a bad mood. Hell, a man stood her up the other day, and the next day she brought me cookies and stayed to play football with my kid.
She’s cheery.
She’s definitely hiding something.
“I thought all three of us could do the afternoon together. This way, you can see our routine.”
