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“No problem.” She paused. “You know, I was reviewing your schedule this morning, and I saw that you have a weeklong work trip at the end of the month. Your parents are going to be in New York. I just want to make sure you’ve booked someone else to stay with her. Hannah perhaps?”
As I held on to the gate that surrounded the edge of my property, my head dropped, and I filled my lungs with air.
I’d known about my parents’ trip because I’d already asked them to watch Eve. I was hoping Hannah could fill in, my brothers alternating nights if they had to, but those questions were something I’d been avoiding.
Even though they loved spending time with my daughter, they had their own lives, and I fucking hated putting my responsibility on them.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with her,” I admitted.
“Well, this will be a great time for the nanny to start, then. This’ll give her a few weeks to get acclimated before she’s completely on her own with Everly.”
“A week alone with my daughter? That sounds like a big step.”
“For you, Ford. I assure you, these girls—at least on paper, like I said—can most definitely handle it.”
My assistant had been with me since the beginning of my career.
She knew the circumstances and how protective I was. And in many ways, she helped guide me. Having three children of her own, all in their twenties, she’d been through this before.
I trusted her navigation skills.
I just couldn’t ask her to babysit. I had to draw the line somewhere.
“Ughhh,” I groaned. “I just don’t know.”
“Let’s not stress about this now. Let’s first see how the interviews go. I’m positive one of the nannies is going to be perfect for you and little Everly. If my assumption is correct, then things will be just fine, Ford.”
She was right.
Hell, if I was being honest, she was always right.
“I like that plan,” I replied.
I thanked her, and we hung up.
Before I put my phone away, I scanned the messages and notifications that had come in over the last few hours.
Not a single one was from Sydney.
Why did that feel like a letdown?
Is Jenner right? Am I wasting time?
Fuck.
Not only was she owning my goddamn thoughts, but now, I was questioning our conversation from earlier and whether I had been warm enough.
Did it matter?
Not if things were going to end there.
But if I was going to follow through with more, then I needed to text her again.
More.
My dick fucking hardened at the thought of that, and my hands clenched. I licked across my lips, wishing it were her skin I was kissing.
What the fuck is happening to me?
Was there a reason to avoid having dinner with her? To take this slow? So slow that a crawl would feel like a sprint?
Still staring at my phone, I returned to our last message and began to type.
Me: What do you have going on tomorrow night?
Sydney: Why? Do you have something in mind?
Me: I’d like to see you. Dinner?
Sydney: I think I can make that happen.
Me: Does 7 work for you? We can start with drinks.
Sydney: Yes, and I’m already looking forward to it.
Me: Send me your address. I’ll pick you up.
As I was shoving my phone into my pocket, I turned around, and Jenner was walking toward me.
“You fucking texted her, didn’t you?” He laughed, shaking his head. “That’s why you have that grin on your face.”
“Asshole.”
“But I’m right, aren’t I?”
I said nothing as I passed him.
“I’m fucking right,” he added as I made my way to the door. “All of that fight for what? Absolutely nothing because you texted her and you’re probably seeing her tonight.”
“Tomorrow,” I said over my shoulder.
“Tomorrow. That’s my boy.” He joined me at the sliding glass door, his hand on my shoulder as I reached for the handle. “You’ve made me hella happy.”
I looked at my brother, waiting for the words. When they didn’t come, I asked, “Aren’t you going to say I told you so?”
He smiled. “There’s no need. We both knew it was going to play out this way.”
