Page 23 of Unbroken
If Rafail said no, all bets are off. Thepakhanmakes the final call.
I shrug a shoulder. "Well,Ilike the idea of her working with Luka."
Zoya smiles. "That's just because you're a little territorial about who works with him."
I shrug again. So what if I am? He’s my sister's child. Not everyone is capable of giving him what he needs.
Zoya looks at her screen. "Okay, here's the first. Older, retired schoolteacher. Gets excellent reviews,though people say she's very strict with the kids and kind of old-school."
She shows me a picture of a woman who looks like she could be retired military, not a retired schoolteacher. Short, severe gray hair. I shiver. She reminds me of a grade school teacher I had who used to make us stand in the corner if we sniffled too loudly.
"Next," I say.
Smirking, Zoya pulls up the second. "This one doesn't have a lot of experience, but she has three grown children, and her last nannying job ended because the child went to school. She seems nice enough, but I can’t get the references to respond."
"Right," I murmur. "How long was she with the last family?"
Zoya glances over her notes. "Like three months."
"And that's the only experience she's ever had?"
Zoya nods. "Looks like it."
I frown. "Let's look at the third one, please."
She pulls up the next one. "Now, this one has four years of nannying experience. Her record checks out excellent. She studied early childhood education in college, and she has a perfectly clean background—not even so much as a speeding ticket. And she's available for all the hours he needs, unlike the other two who have limited availability."
"Sounds perfect," I say, leaning over. "Can I see her picture?"
Zoya flicks to the image on the computer screen, and an absolutely stunning bombshell of a woman pops up. Evendressed conservatively, she has huge, voluptuous breasts—breasts I would fucking kill for. Her long, thick hair is pulled into a braid, and her face is perfectly symmetrical, with delicately arched eyebrows, a small nose, warm golden-brown eyes, and full lips pulled back across perfectly straight, white teeth.
There's no fucking way I want that woman around my brother-in-law, flashing those huge tits in front of him.
I frown. "I think the retired schoolteacher sounds perfect."
"Really?" Zoya asks, tipping her head. "Are you sure you're not letting your own prejudices make the decision here? The last one sounds perfect."
That last one is going to saunter into his life while Vadka is desperate and vulnerable, and the next thing I know, he's going to be kissing her in the laundry room. No fucking way. I shake my head.
"She's temptation on a stick, Zoya."
Zoya's eyebrows rise, and she looks at me in silence for a full minute before she finally nods.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," she says cryptically.
“There’s a reason there are romance books about nannies and single dads, Zoya.”
Grandfather sounds like he's either coughing or laughing, but I can't tell because he's buried his face in a cup of coffee.
"I'll call her for an interview," I say. "Thankyou."
I feel a little guilty. Maybe brunette Barbie would be perfect for Luka, but would she be perfect for her boss? A beautiful woman like that on Vadka's arm—I blow out a breath and look away.
Am I jealous? Actually jealous?
It's not jealousy, is it?
