“Then hire a fucking babysitter!”
“This close to Christmas? Are you serious?” LeeAnn gasped.
“I’m a fucking doctor!” I roared. “Not a fucking nanny!”
King chuckled, enjoying my misery too damn much. “You will only need to watch them when the ladies are in planning mode, and Nash and Fiona have offered to help.”
“No. Absolutely not. I am a board-certified doctor in three specialties. Not a child caregiver. Just keep the kids here. There is always someone here.”
“Can’t. Not with the guests arriving later this week. Sorry, Carebear, it’s your turn to take one for the team.”
“Please, George,” Laurel pleaded. “I would do it, but Momma needs my help and well, I don’t trust my sisters to handle shit.”
“Hey!” Laurel’s sister scoffed.
“We ain’t that bad,” the other one said.
“No, you’re worse,” Laurel snarked.
“What my daughter is trying to say is that I would really appreciate all the help you could give us. I know this is last minute and you are a very busy man, but Josephine sang your praises with her twins. What’s a few more kids?”
“It’s not the kids,” I growled, turning to look at King. “It’s one kid in particular I have issues with.”
“Got a problem with my kid?” King challenged, glaring at me.
“The whole fucking town has a problem with that kid.”
“We will only need you when we are at the Ski Resort. Only a couple of hours a day.” Laurel smiled sweetly.
I knew I was going to regret this shit, but I asked anyway. “How many kids?”
“Six.”
“SIX!” I shouted, fuming as King tried unsuccessfully to hide his smile. Fucker was having way too much fucking fun at my expense. I couldn’t wait till his wife put his ass in the hospital.
Paybacks were a rectal exam waiting to happen!
“What’s it gonna be, Carebear?” King asked, already knowing damn well I would cave. Not like I had a fucking choice in thematter, anyway. I got bamboozled by four southern women and their ringleader King.
?I was screwed either way.
“Fine. But I’m not rearranging my schedule at the hospital. Those patients need me more than the kids.”
“We can work with that.” Laurel smiled happily.
“After our guests leave, this clubhouse will be in full wedding mode. So you’ve got the weekend to prepare,” King advised.
“Fine,” I grumbled, marching out of his office to find my brother grinning like a loon. Narrowing my eyes, I glared at my baby brother and sneered, “Frankie?”
“Yeah.”
“Run,” I growled as I rushed him and like all the times before when we were kids, Frank squealed, running out the back door of the clubhouse with me hot on his heels.
Chapter Eight
Josie
The bell above the door jingled merrily, almost as if it knew the drama that was about to unfold. Devlyn and I stepped into Beth’s coffee shop, a cozy haven in the heart of Rosewood. The place was buzzing, as always. Beth’s coffee was like a magical elixir that drew the entire town to her door, and her baked goods.
