Page 51 of Whisper Sweet Nothings

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But I didn’t give a shit about what Samantha did.

I was only focused on the fact that my nanny was going out with Brenner Layton.

I quickly shot a text to my cousin.

Why the fuck did you allow Brenner to ask out my nanny?

Bridger

Why are you so pissed?

Fuck you. She’s off limits.

Bridger

She’s a grown-ass woman. If you like her, ask her out.

She’s too young for him.

Bridger

He’s the same age as you and he has no problem with her age.

Fuck you for bringing him over to my house.

Bridger

Is someone jealous?

Bridger

I knew you liked her.

He was right. I fucking liked her.

I just couldn’t do anything about it.

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Winnie

“Thanks for makingtime for me, Winnie. It was lovely to spend time with you,” Brenner said as he pulled into the driveway at Archer’s house.

“You too.” I unbuckled my seat belt and smiled at him. “And I hope you have a wonderful holiday.”

“Thanks.” He got out of the car and came around to open my door. Brenner was a complete gentleman, and though there hadn’t been a spark or a romantic connection, I definitely felt like he’d be a great friend. I stepped out of the car and walked toward the exterior door to my place, because it was late, and I didn’t want to wake Archer and Melody by going through the house.

Though I doubted Archer was asleep.

He’d texted no less than a dozen times during my dinner with Brenner with random questions.

Where had I put the Scotch tape, because he was wrapping presents.

I reminded him that it was exactly where he always kept it, in the kitchen junk drawer.

Had I seen the holiday gift wrap that he’d purchased yesterday in case I had more gifts to wrap.

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