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Seeing that grave forehead furrow diminish, I say, “Today is just a trial So, at the end, if you don’t like her, she won’t coain”

This sets Winston into a definitive smile

“So, I’ll be able to spend the whole day with you?”

A guilty arrow pierces my heart

Leaning over, I collect Winston in ly How do I tell him that, as much as I want to spend each and every day with hi fro

As I pull away, Winston’s four-year-old face is angled towards me hopefully, the sprinkle of freckles on his nose all scrunched up

“We’ll figure so out, bud,” I tell him, “promise”

Ding dong dang dong… ding dong dang dong…

Both of us wheel around to the door

Taking Winston’s hand, I squeeze it

“That’s her,” I say, putting on er voice

Because, really, I’ I could to avoid this ardless

I open the door

“Hi,” the girl says brightly

After a few seconds, her face assumes a worried look

“Clayton Matthews, right?”

I still haven’t answered her because, right now, there doesn’t see

Boner-inducing sexy That’s what this girl is Stevie’s damn lucky that her picture was blurry because I never would’ve hired her otherwise I specifically avoided the nannies who looked too grooeneral And while Stevie doesn’t look like she spentready, she is definitely too pretty for my comfort

Big innocent baby blue eyes Flyaway honey brown hair gathered into a sloppy ponytail held by a purple scrunchie All that atop shapely hips and a generous bust that even her oversize grey t-shirt can’t hide I tear my eyes away from her

“Yes,” I say in a clipped tone