What the hell?"Who slapped who?"
"Does it matter?" He was still grinning. "Man, I would've loved to seethat."
Not me.
Not with Cami involved.
Under my breath, I said, "That makesoneof us."
Chase reached up to stroke his chin. "That Cami, she's pretty hot, huh?"
I felt my body go rigid. "What?"
"I'm just saying, she's got that girl-next-door look."
I'd noticed.But the fact that Chase had noticed, too, well, I didn't like it. I said, "How wouldyouknow?"
"I met her at the coffee shop."
I stared across the desk.So she'd had coffee with my brother?
And no one had thought to mention it?
In a tight voice, I asked, "And when was this?"
"A couple days ago." Again, Chase leaned forward. "So, she's a real spitfire, huh?"
Cami the Nanny?She wassomething. I just didn't know what.
I told Chase, "She's the nanny, not a notch in your bedpost."
"Well, not yet."
I felt my fingers tighten into fists. "Look, you've fucked two already. Isn't that enough?"
"Hey, don’t blameme," he laughed. "Theyoffered."
Cami wouldn't offer.
Would she?
No.
And yet, I silently asked myself, "What if she did?"
The thought bothered me more than it should've. Andthatbothered me, too.
Fuck.These days, everything bothered me. And the lack of sleep wasn't helping.
I stood. "Are we done?"
Chase remained sitting. "Why? You in a hurry?"
Oh, yeah.
I wasnow.
I needed answers, and I knew just where to get them. And it wasn't here at the office.
