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"So how'd you know which classes I was taking?" I lowered the check and turned my head to look at him. "Or how much the books cost?"

He kept his gaze firmly on the road. "Because I made it my business to know."

I felt my eyes narrow. "Wait a minute. You didn't run a background check on me, did you?"

"What doyouthink?"

I studied his profile. "Actually, I'm thinking you did." When he said nothing in reply, I persisted. "So…do you admit it?"

Looking utterly shameless, he said, "Well, I'm sure as hell not denying it."

My jaw dropped. "But I wasn't even your employee at the time."

"Right. And youwouldn'thave been if you hadn't passed."

Now I didn't know what to say.

I hated the idea of anyone prying into my business. But I also understood that Mason Blastoviak was beyond rich and famous, which would make Willow a target for all kinds of potential trouble.

I didn't want her in trouble.

I wanted her safe and happy.

This was, after all, part of the reason I'd accepted the job. Finally, when no words came to mind, I tucked the check into my purse and decided to think about this later, when I didn't feel like throttling him.

And besides, he'd totally missed my original point. I tried again. "When I said you owed me, I wasn't talking about the bonus."

He didn't even glance in my direction. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. What Imeantwas that you owed me the story of why the last nanny was fired. You promised to tell me during the drive. You remember, right?"

Judging from his face, he remembered just fine. And he wasn't happy with the reminder.

Chapter 10

Mason

Shit.

Yeah, I remembered. And I'd known what she'd meant the first time. But I'd been hoping the bonus would distract her.

Hell, it was the reason I'd confessed to the background check. If I'd been lucky, she would've been pissed-off enough to forget about the fired nanny, along with my ill-advised promise from last night.

Why in the hell had I promised to tell her?

The last thing I wanted now was to give her ideas – ways to make a quick buck at Willow's expense.

Maybe Cami wasn't like that. Or more likely, I'd let down my guard too much already.What was it about her, anyway?

In the passenger's seat, she said, "Youaregonna tell me, aren't you? That was the deal, remember?"

I never welched on a deal, but that didn't mean I was happy about it. "Fair enough," I said. "But the drive's not over."

"Oh, so you're stalling?" she laughed.

She had a nice laugh. It was warm and happy, not like the fake laughter I'd heard from her friendorcountless girls like her.

But that was no reason for me to go soft. "First," I said, "you tellmesomething."