Page 32 of Bragg's Christmas


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“He was also the father of her children.”

“Mom didn’t stay with Dad because of us.”

Of course, she did. Daisy Bragg is a fighter. She’d never stay with someone who disrespected her without a reason. And she had five big reasons starting with Damon, Jr. and ending with Brody.

“Anyway,” he begins.

“It sounds as if the only solution is for me to quit,” I say when he doesn’t continue.

I don’t want to quit. If I do, I won’t be able to fix my roof anytime soon. I’ll have to suffer through another Colorado winter without proper insulation. But what else can I do? Baring my soul about my past is out of the question.

“I hate to say it, but I think you’re right.”

I force a smile on my face. “You hate how I’m right?”

He chuckles but he’s not amused. “You’ll think I’m a complete jerk for asking this, but can you stay on until I can hire someone else?”

I scowl. If I’m no longer going to be part of Skye’s life, I want a clean break. Not a long drawn-out mess.

“You don’t have to live with us.”

Good. Because there is no way in hell I’d continue living with them. Pretending to be one big family when it’s all a lie? I’d rather stab myself with a rusty knife over and over again.

“Skye starts school on Monday,” Damon continues. “I need someone to help get her to school in the morning and bring her home after lunch.”

“And after lunch?”

Is Mr. Workaholic going to skip work every afternoon? Not likely.

“Maybe you could stay a few hours.”

“A few hours?”

“Until dinner.”

“Summing this up. You want me to come over in the morning and get Skye ready, help her to school, and, when she’s finished, bring her home and stay with her until dinner.”

“I know it’s a lot to ask.”

A lot to ask? Is he serious? He’s basically asking me to continue being Skye’s nanny after he fired me.

“In the meantime, I’ll search for a new nanny.”

I flinch and he sighs. “I’m sorry, Love Hill. I really am. But I don’t see an alternative.”

There are alternatives. Plenty of them. But, naturally, he won’t take my side. No one ever does.

“It’s fine.” I stand and point to the door. I’m over this conversation. “You can let yourself out. I’ll see you on Monday morning.”

“Happy Thanksgiving,” he says as he exits my house.

Happy Thanksgiving? Is he freaking serious? What’s there to be happy about? His entire family hating me? Losing my job? Knowing I will never have a chance with Damon?

Yep. Tons and tons to be happy about.

Chapter 12

Has anyone seen Love Hill? I lost track of her. ~ Message from Petal to the Gossip Gals

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