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Brady insists I make my taco first, so I do, trying to eat it as daintily as one can when you’re trying not to get sour cream on your face or have the whole thing fall into your lap.

He takes his first bite and moans, making the space between my legs thrum with a low-grade tingle. That sound reminds me of the moans he made when we were kissing and I brushed up against his erection.

Once he’s done chewing, he asks, “Have you always been such a good cook?”

“It’s just tacos.” I set down mine and reach for my glass of water.

“Yeah, but everything you’ve made has been really good.”

Theo’s chewing but nodding vigorously.

“My parents own a Korean restaurant in Santa Clara, and I spent a lot of time there growing up. You pick up some tips over the years.”

Brady opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, Theo pipes up. “You were speaking weird before?”

I smile at him. “I was speaking Korean because I was talking to my mom.”

He smiles wide. “Like the cookies.”

“That’s right. My parents are from South Korea, so when I was growing up, they mostly spoke Korean at home, so that’s how I learned.”

“Were you born in South Korea?” Brady asks.

I shake my head and pick my taco back up. “No. My older brother was born there, but they came here when he was three and had me here about a year later.”

Dinner continues with Theo asking me all kinds of questions about South Korea and asking me how you say certain words in Korean. His interest in something he doesn’t know about is really sweet, and I’m happy to answer what I can.

In the back of my mind, throughout the entire dinner, I’m ruminating over what happened earlier in the day when I met Brady’s teammates. I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about it. Because from the way they all stared and watched us interact, they know. And if they do, I don’t know what to think about that.

Part of me is angry. It makes things weird. But part of me understands. I told Amara about my night with him, so who am I to be upset? Still, the idea of Brady bragging that he’s bagged the nanny doesn’t sit right with me. I think I need to bring it up before it becomes a wedge between us.

One thing I know for sure is that I don’t ever want to be the person in the dark again. I have to ask Brady, even if it will make things weird and uncomfortable. I just hope he doesn’t get upset with me for bringing it up.

As we’re wrapping up dinner, Theo washing his hands from all the taco grease, I shift in my seat to face Brady. “Would we be able to chat for a minute after dinner?”

He blinks a few times. I think I caught him off guard. “Yeah, sure. I’ll help you clean up. Theo, why don’t you go up to your room and play?”

“No cleanup?” he asks.

“Not tonight. You’re free.” Brady’s tone of excitement makes Theo think he’s been gifted something rather than not included in something.

“No take backs!” His little footsteps run up the stairs.

I take a couple of plates over to the island to rinse off and put in the dishwasher. Brady follows suit, so I stay at the sink and rinse all the dishes, then put them in the dishwasher. We clean in silence while I work up the nerve to speak what I have to say. Finally, after seeing Brady glance at me nervously more than a few times, I let it out.

“They know, don’t they?”

Brady’s hand stills on a Tupperware lid, and he sighs. He looks at me, guilt shining so clear in his eyes as if they’re made of glass. It’s obvious I’m right, based on the fact that he didn’t even have to ask me what the hell I’m talking about.

“Why do they know?” My mouth presses into a thin line, and I turn off the faucet and lean my hip on the island. “Did you brag to them after I showed up that you’d already fucked the nanny?”

He cringes and finishes closing the lid on the container. “Are you serious? Funny that you always assume the worst of me. First you thought I was married, and now you think that I ran and told my teammates I’ve fucked the nanny like some adolescent pimple popper?”

His harsh words cause my fingers to grip the towel in my hand harder. “I’m not assuming anything. I’m asking.”

He steps closer to me and stares into my eyes for a moment. “They know because after our night together, I couldn’t get you out of my mind and I was pretty much obsessed with the idea of trying to track you down. I even went back to where we met a few times to see if I might run into you. They’ve been busting my balls for six months because I was so hung up on the mystery woman I had a one-night stand with. So yeah, when you showed up here to be Theo’s nanny, it threw me, and I went to talk to my friends about how I was going to handle it. And maybe I shouldn’t have told them you were one and the same, but I swear I only told them because I didn’t know how to be around you when I still wanted to fuck you.”

I stare into his hazel eyes. That was not what I expected to hear. Like, at all.

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