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Mason threw Brad a look before his head dipped down to his detailed schedule, the one he printed out every morning just for himself. “Sonia will give you your schedule when you get to work. But for me, besides today’s ten o’clock with the new supplier and our quarterly meeting with the managers, I’ve got nothing assigned. The agency just sent me more nanny résumés. I have to go through them, so we can set up more interviews this weekend.”
Brad groaned again but for a whole different reason. I wanted to join him. I was beyond frustrated.
Patty had returned from seeing her mother, but she hadn’t mentioned anything regarding her referral. If she didn’t by today, I was going to because my patience was all dried up.
Mason shut his portfolio, taking his regular seat at the table. “I think we’re getting close though. To finding the perfect nanny. Not to worry. I’m a great people-reader.”
Brad lifted his head and sported a heavy smirk. He threw me a look, and I discreetly shook my head.
Hold your tongue, brother. It’s a lost cause.
“Little bro”—Brad’s tone oozed with a light humor—“good people-reader? I’d have to question that, given your choice in women.”
The smile slipped from Mason’s face. “Shut up, and that’s why you’ll be single for life. You’ll never have what Janice and I have.”
Brad flinched, but in the next second, he shot back, “Yeah, if all I could get was a gold digger, then I’d rather be single for the rest of my life.”
“Gold digger?” Mary sauntered in, surprisingly all dressed in her uniform, holding her favorite wand in her arms. “I want to be a gold digger.”
I smirked, shaking my head.
I had to hand it to Mary for breaking up all the tension in the room.
Brad sobered up as though our mother had walked into the room. He pushed back his hair, scooped her up, and kissed her full, round cheeks. “You’ll never be a gold digger.”
“But I want to. I have my own shovel in the garage. Where would we go digging for gold?” Her blue eyes were wide and so damn beautiful, just like her mother’s.
Mason laughed beside Brad. “Well, there are public mining areas. I’ll have to look it up.”
She pointed her wand at Mason. “You do that.” With her wand, she tapped the paper. “Are we going to look for my babysitter today? Because Teddy Monster is ready to ask the questions.” Her smile widened. “And I set up an obstacle course she’ll have to go through.”
Mason and I shared an amused glance. An obstacle course? Only my daughter. If they could pass the Mary test, then they were hired.
Mason touched the tip of her nose. “Not today, but this weekend.”
Brad set Mary on her feet and took off out of the room. “Why can’t we move Patty’s mom here again?” he said, his voice defeated.
I wasn’t about to answer his recurring question. He already knew why.
Brad tipped back his chin, his stare wandering over to the door where Mary had exited. “We’ve been searching for weeks, and we haven’t found any person remotely qualified to watch our girls.”
“Fourth time’s a charm; I’m sure of it,” Mason said, though I could tell even his optimism was waning.
“I think the saying is,Third time’s a charm, and we are way past that,” Brad said.
Patty strolled in, showered and ready to start the day. She threw a glance our way and smiled. “Why such the sullen faces, boys?”
Brad groaned again. He walked to Patty, reached for her hand, and got on his knees, as though he were about to propose.
Patty threw back her head and laughed. “I think you’re a little young for me. This would be takingrobbing the cradleto a whole other level.”
I chuckled.Brad and his theatrics.
He pouted. “No … stay, Patty. This is me begging you to stay.”
She sighed, amused. “Get up, Bradley.”
“Come on, Patty. We need you.” He took her other hand. “We’re a bunch of men, raising girls. I don’t want to even think about hormones and PMS and all those things girls go through. Who is going to answer their questions?”
