Page 32 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
“The improvement in his nanny situation.”
Bridger nodded. “It’s night and day, huh?”
“Yep.”
“So how about Sabine?” Rafe asked. “She told Lulu she was really into you.”
“She’s nice enough. But I’m here for a week,” I said, shaking the ice around in my rocks glass.
“This is Paris. French flings are the norm here.” Rafe waggled his eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes as I blew out a breath. “It’s not really my thing.”
“What? All you’ve had is flings since you’ve had Melody.” He held his hands up defensively when I glared at him. “I’m not judging you. I know you don’t get out often. But I just meant that you aren’t looking for a relationship, so an international fling seems perfect. And you have a nanny to stay with Melody.”
Bridger snorted, and we both turned to look at him as he finished off his cocktail.
“Read the room, brother.” Bridger stood. “His eyes haven’t been on the Frenchwoman once. Probably because they’re always on the nanny. I’m getting a refill. I’ll be back.”
He dropped a bomb and then walked off like it was no big deal.
That was Bridger’s style.
“Pfft. This fucking guy doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” I shrugged. “My nanny is with my daughter. My eyes are on Melody. I’m making sure she’s okay.”
“You’re making sure she’s okay? You’re in a ballroom with security outside the doors, and it’s just family and friends in here.” Rafe arched a brow. “You sure it’s Melody that you’re watching?”
Lulu’s family was big in the political world, and they always traveled with security.
He was right. I wasn’t worried about Melody.
But it didn’t mean I didn’t naturally keep my eye on her.
If I happened to get a glimpse of my pretty nanny at the same time, it wasn’t a big deal.
“Don’t be ludicrous. She works for me. And she’s a decade younger than me, for God’s sake,” I hissed, unsure if I was trying to convince him or myself.
“Wait till you try this cake, handsome,” Sabine said. She sat in Bridger’s seat before handing me a slice of cake.
“Thank you so much for grabbing that for me.” I smiled as I forked a bite at the same time she did.
“I’ve already had two slices,” Rafe said, rubbing his hand across his stomach.
“Well, we don’t want to eat too much—we want to save our energy for after the reception,” Sabine purred, her French accent heavy as her blue gaze locked with mine.
Why the fuck don’t I feel anything?
She was stunning and smart and easy to talk to.
“Daddy, did you see me getting twirled by my best cousin, Beefcake?” Melody asked as I pulled her onto my lap.
“I did, angel face.”
“I want to dance with you now.” She smiled up at me.
I glanced out on the dance floor, where Cutler had dragged Winnie. Everyone was laughing as he poured on the charm.
She went right along with it, kicking her shoes off as she took his hand and they danced. Lulu, Henley, Emilia, Eloise, and my cousin Emerson all made their way out on the dance floor as well, then all joined hands and danced to “Dancing Queen” by Abba.
