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“You’re sexy.” His fingers caressed my bare back. “You’re funny. You have a strong spirit. How could I not come over here? But…” He hesitated. “I’m not exactly ready for something serious. Especially since you’re the nanny. That job comes first, andwecome second.”
“I camefirsttonight,” I said with a giggle. “But don’t worry. I’m fine with this arrangement. Honestly, I’ve needed some no-strings-attached sex. I’ll keep nannying the kids, regardless of anythingwedo.”
“You trust me?” Rogan asked.
I twisted to look up at him. “I trust the contract I signed. Even if I hated you more than anyone in the world, I would gladly receive that kind of payment in exchange for nannying.
Rogan shook his head. “No. I mean, you trust me enough to do what we just did? Have sex without a condom?”
The normal Heather Hart would have made a joke. But laying there on his firm body, endorphins flowing through my body, I immediately answered, “I do trust you.”
“But you still made me pull out. Or rather, you pulledmeout.”
“Better safe than sorry,” I said. “Didn’t they teach you that in SEAL school?”
“Not in so many words.”
“Well, they should. Call up your old drill sergeant from basic training and let them know.”
He chuckled. “Basic training is the Army. In the Navy, we had boot camp.”
“I’m sure that distinction matters to Navy guys.” I kissed him one more time, then slid off. “Okay, you’d better go.”
Rogan sat up. “Because Brady and Asher will get suspicious why it’s taking me so long to get milk at the store?”
“No,” I said with a laugh. “Because Maurice will be knocking on that door any moment now demanding to be let in. He gets cranky when he hasn’t eaten, and we were about to order room service when you arrived!”
18
Heather
The next few days with the kids were rough.
They were wild in the mornings, right after their dads left for work. The last kids I nannied for, back in Texas, were quiet and sleepy in the mornings. But Micah and Dustin? It was like someone had injected raw sugar into their veins and set them loose.
Each day, I slowly got them back under some semblance of discipline. Little by little, using our adventure plan on the fridge, I got them to relax and sit still for whatever activity was planned. Slow and steady. That’s how this worked. Consistent discipline, firm and fair, until they learned how to behave.
One morning, I got to the residence and found the adventure plan covered with ketchup stains. It was barely legible.
“Miss Heather! Miss Heather! Micah wanted to read the plan in bed!” Dustin tattled when I asked about it. “That’s why it’s so messy!”
“Why were you eating ketchup in bed?” I asked.
“Because ketchup packets are mysecret snack,” Micah said sheepishly. “It helps me go to sleep.”
I groaned to myself. That was a habit we would need to break him out of. Ketchup was full of sugar. And eating in bed underminded the entire concept of mealtime.
When the kids were settled into the couch watching Trollhunters, I went down the hall to the office, punched in the keycode on the door lock, and went inside. The office was stocked with equipment: a desktop computer with dual monitors, a printer, fax machine, scanner, copier, and a lamination machine. There was a badge sitting in the end of the laminator; it looked like they printed their own security badges.
I logged onto the computer and created a new adventure plan in Microsoft Paint. This time I added an extra column for each child: Cora, Dustin, and Micah. I printed it out then fed it into the laminator. While that was humming, I went on Amazon and ordered a pack of gold stickers with same-day delivery.
Along with a few other goodies.
The adventure plan helped create a framework for their day, but they were only six years old. They needed more incentive to behaveduringeach activity.
“Here’s the new system,” I explained to them that afternoon. “If you’re good during an activity, you get a gold star!” I demonstrated by sticking a gold star onto the chart, in the box whereCoraandNap Timeintersected. “If you’re bad, you don’t get a star.”
“Why does Cora get a sticker for nap time?” Dustin demanded.
