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“Okay,” I tell her as I begin scrambling her eggs.
“Isles, how do you feel about Daddy taking you to school today?” Mr. Kincaid asks her.
Isla looks at her Dad before turning to me, confused. “You’re not taking us?” I know it’s only been three weeks, but children thrive under structure and a schedule so I’m not surprised that she’s confused when she expects me to take her and pick her up every day. “Are you leaving?”
“No no, of course not!” I shake my head as I plate her eggs along with her fruit and a piece of toast. “Your Daddy just wants to take you today.”
“Okay.” She shrugs before plucking a blueberry off of her plate. “Are you going to pick us up from school too?”
I glance at Mr. Kincaid to allow him to answer that question. “Either me or Elianna.”
“Okay…but please don’t be late. I don’t like being the last kid there.” She gives him her best side-eye and I resist the urge to laugh at her attempt to lecture her father.
“That happened one time, Isla, and you weren’t the last kid there. Sawyer was with you.”
“Two times,” she says holding up two fingers.
He nods at her before he presses a kiss to the top of her head. “I won’t be late, Isla,” he tells her before he leaves the room, and I admit, I stare after him a little too long. I’m grateful it’s just Isla in the room who doesn’t notice.
I have to stop,I chastise myself.I do not have a crush on Mr. Kincaid.
Well, that’s been shot to hell now.
I look up from where I’m chopping an onion for the lasagna soup I’m making for dinner when I hear the basement door open and out of the corner of my eye, I see Mr. Kincaid walking up the stairs from the basement, shirtless and dripping sweat. I only catch a quick glimpse but it’s enough to see his chest and toned back glistening before he makes it to his bedroom. I set the knife down on the cutting board so I don’t accidentally sever a finger while I’m in the trance brought on by seeing the v-cut of my gorgeous employer.
Employer, Ellie. Absolutely not.
I wipe my hands and pull out my phone immediately.
Me: SOS
Jacqueline: Present!
Me: I think I have a crush.
Jacqueline: Oh! who who who??
Me: Who do you think?! Rowan, obviously!
Jacqueline: I KNEW IT! OMG what happened
Me: Nothing! And nothing is going to happen
Jacqueline: Why not!? Fuck Hot Daddy Rowan ASAP and tell me everything!
Me: Can you not?
Jacqueline: I’ve been your best friend for almost six years. You knew this was what you were getting when you texted me. Be serious. Now, when are you getting waxed?
Me: Not helping!
Jacqueline: Okay, I can make the appointment for you? Does that help?
Me: BYE
Jacqueline: Okay but before you go, can I ask why nothing can happen?
Me: Because it’ll make things very messy and so many things could go wrong.