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Brady nods and pushes a hand through his hair. “No, I get it.” Then he walks toward the front door. “I’ll help you bring them in.”

I quickly follow him. “Oh, that’s okay. I can handle it.”

He stops and spins around, spearing me with a look that reminds me of the intense gaze he had when he was over me, fucking me.

Jeez, am I some sex addict now or something? My brain has only one track since I arrived in this house, and it has everything to do with Brady Banks naked.

Brady doesn’t say a word and continues through the large home toward the front door.

Great. He’s going to see my beater of a car. I mean, I knew he’d see it eventually, but I was hoping I wouldn’t have to bear witness to his expression.

Because I’ve been putting most of the money I make into my savings toward a down payment to move into my own place, I’ve neglected my car. I should probably buy something newer and more reliable, but every time my mom starts in on me about Peter, I’m reminded why I need to own a place.

“I parked on the road because I wasn’t sure if I should park in the driveway or not.”

He stops and I almost stumble into his back. “Oh, well, why don’t you pull into the driveway? Just park on the right-hand side and I’ll use the left. That way we can each come and go as we please.”

I nod. “I need to grab my keys from upstairs.”

He crosses his arms. “I’ll wait.”

“Great.” With a sigh, I head back to the staircase. I suppress a shiver, feeling his gaze on me.

Better get used to it, girl. This is your life for the foreseeable future.

My first night at the house is okay, though it’s weird to be there and not have a little one to take care of.

Brady and I pretty much avoided each other for the rest of the night. I hung out in my room and unpacked and read. At one point he came up to say that he was making himself some dinner and asked if I wanted some, but I declined. Not because I wasn’t hungry but because I wasn’t sure I could trust myself around him yet without having wayward thoughts.

So I ate the protein bar in my purse, but when I awoke at five thirty this morning, my stomach hurt from lack of food. And caffeine.

I slip out of bed and slide my feet into my knit slippers with pom-poms on them to go make some toast and coffee. Brady’s bedroom door is still closed when I walk quietly down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I allow myself a moment to enjoy the view of San Francisco out of the large windows. I can’t imagine what this house costs to have a view like this.

My stomach growls and I remember why I came down here. While no one is around, I peruse the cabinets and drawers, figuring out where Brady keeps everything. Being a nanny, the kitchen is usually where I spend most of the time.

I find the bread and the toaster relatively easy and slide in two pieces of bread and press down. I grab a plate and search the counter for his butter dish. After scouring the entire surface of his grand kitchen, I open the fridge and there it is, cold and hard.

What kind of sadist puts their butter in the fridge? All it will do is tear up my toast.

Brady has one of the überfancy cappuccino makers, so I decide to give it a go. I’ve worked for a lot of rich people, so I’m not new to these high-end machines, but I’ve never used this particular brand before.

I do what I think I’m supposed to, but that doesn’t work. No matter which button I press, the machine doesn’t start. After a few minutes, frustration wins, and I let out a growl.

“She can be temperamental.”

I whip around at the sound of Brady’s voice, covering my heart with my hand. Holy crap, he’s all sweaty. His bare chest glistens under the stream of sunlight pouring in through the window.

“You scared me.”

“Sorry.” He lifts a water bottle and squirts a stream of water into his mouth. The shirt he must’ve been wearing while running dangles from the back of his waistband.

“I thought you were still sleeping.”

He shakes his head and walks over to the large island, where he sets down the water bottle. “Bet you didn’t guess I’m an early riser.”

“Oh.” That makes two of us. I sure hope Theo is too. Otherwise we might have some awkward moments.

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