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"Like with the other nannies – they were way nicer tohimthan they ever were tome."

Hearing this, I wanted to slap Veronica all over again – and maybe hit her with a nice milk balloon while I was at it.

I told willow, "That's becausesomepeople don't know a good thing when they've got it."

But me? I knew.This was a terrific job. And I was incredibly fond of Willow, which meant I had one heck of a conversation ahead of me – not with Willow, but with Mason himself.

If I were smart, I decided, I'd have this conversation sooner rather than later.

And boy, was he gonna love this.

Chapter 41

Mason

On the phone, Cami said, "There's something I need to tell you."

I'd figured as much.She'd sent me a text maybe ten minutes ago, asking me to call her when I had the chance.

No emergency.

That's what she'd texted.

But now, judging from the tone of her voice, her news wouldn't be good.

It was just past eleven o'clock at night, and I was alone in my hotel suite after a full day of swinging a hammer in front of the cameras.

The construction work, I liked.The cameras, I could do without.All I wanted now was to get the hell out of here and return to business as usual – except my thoughts hadn't been on business, and there was nothing usual about my state-of-mind.

In fact, it was sounusual, I'd been on edge all day.Yesterday, too.

The truth was, I'd been off-kilter for a while now. And it wasn't getting better.It was getting worse.

Into the phone, I said, "Just tell me."

"Well, first, let me assure you, everything's fine."

I frowned. As soon as anyone says,"Everything's fine,"that's when you know, everything's gone to shit.Was it about Willow?

My grip tightened on the phone. "What happened? And first, cut to the chase."

Cami paused. "What do you mean?"

"Tell me how it ended."

"Alright," she said with a shaky laugh. "It ended with everything being fine. How's that?"

My fingers relaxed, and I almost smiled.

Nobody ever teased me.

Nobody but Cami.

Whatever she was calling about, it was no disaster. I knew this, because I knew the caller. Cami wouldn’t be joking if Willow were in trouble.

"Point taken," I said. "Now tell me the rest."

I listened as Cami explained that her psychotic friend – the new nanny across the river – had knocked on the back door of my house earlier today and had started asking questions about what she'd seen the other night.