Page 110 of One Sweet Lie

“Holll-low!” “Holll-low!” Charlotte and William screamed.

Olivia rushed toward me, pulling me into a long hug. “Are you really coming back?”

“Yes, but not as your nanny...”

“As my friend?”

“That, too, but as your uncle’s girlfriend.”

She stepped back and tilted her head to the side, then she looked between me and Pierce.

“Has the spicy make-up scene stuff already happened between you two, or is that something you’re planning to do while me and the twins are sleeping tonight?” She narrowed her eyes. “I’m invested in your story, and I deserve to know…”

THE END

PIERCE

Jets Get SWEPT in the Playoffs

Jets Fall in the First Round

Jets Remain TRASH

“Does it bother you that the fans don’t appreciate the fact that the Jets made it further than they ever have this year?” Harlow asked. “Like…This was their first time in the playoffs in forever.”

“Theydoappreciate it.” I tossedThe Sports Timesinto the trash. “They still want to win, though.”

“So, you think they’ll go further in the playoffs next year?”

“Hell no.” I laughed. “It’ll take at least five years.”

“You’re okay with that?”

“As long as I have other things that are going well in my life.” I picked up one of her red velvet cupcakes. “Andyou.”

“Put that down, Uncle Brooks!” Olivia snatched it from my hand. “That’s for the pre-testing customers, and you’re not one of them.”

“You let the twins have one.”

“They’re special.”

I leaned against the counter, watching her tie on a pink “Patissier” apron that matched Harlow’s. As the twins played in a booth with “Mary Poppins” (I couldn’t fire her) and my father, I realized that for the first time in my life, I had something that my billions could never buy.

Something that I would never abandon or let go.

THE END.