As I stand with the Hayes brothers in our makeshift classroom for that week’s Nanny Lessons, I feel incredibly awkward. This is the absolute last place I want to be. I hoped to avoid the brothers as much as I could, possibly forever, but there is no avoiding this. At least they all showed up, even
I move toward Archer first, since he has been the most combative for the entire lesson and therefore likely wants to leave first. I would have no problem with him leaving after his attempt here. But he looks at Mia and then up to me and says, “No.” Simple. Definite. Infuriating. “I know you
After biology, I’m reviewing my pop quiz with a sinking pit in my stomach. Even with Steven’s help, I’m doing poorly. With as tense as things had been, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to asking him to tutor me more. Debbie is sitting beside me, patting my back in sympathy. “It’s not all bad. I me
“Please, Chloe. You have to help me.” I shake my head. “There’s nothing I can do for you, Tide.” The Hayes brothers are still so pissed about my fight. If I even lean in the direction of one, who knows what they might do? Secretly, I wish I could tell Tide I’d be his bodyguard and help him stand
I ignore Beau’s remarks, knowing he’s just trying to get me upset. “What are you doing here?” Beau stalks closer to me, much as a shark would come nearer an injured fish in the water. He stops only a few inches away, smirking down at me. His eyes hold fire though. He’s definitely angry. But wh
I glare. “You can’t tell me who to be friends with.” He shrugs like it doesn’t matter to him either way. “I’ve said my peace. Now go straight to the Pyramid, Nanny. Mia needs you.” He tapped at his neck, over where the collar sat on mine. “We’ll be watching you.” Ug, this damn tracker! I wish I
Unacceptable? What the hell does he mean by that? “I’m allowed to have friends,” I say, parroting what I earlier told Beau. I’m taking a chance, hoping Beau was lying earlier about what’s in the contract. “Not if they disrupt the usual order of our lives.” Neil’s voice is low and annoyed. Like t
At my use of the word silly, he straightens and glares me down. “It’s your job to keep her on the schedule, Chloe. Any nanny worth her salt could guess when a baby will use the bathroom based off when they ate.” “’Any nanny worth her salt?’” The insult rankles over my nerves. I’m quickly losing pa