THE BULLIES NANY

“I’m not going to hire just anyone to look after my kid,” Drew Gold said, glaring at his older brother who

simply sat on the sofa, looking bored. Of course, Callum Gold would be bored. The guy wouldn’t know or

understand complications if they hit him in the ass. Then again, Callum had also married his childhood

sweetheart and they had five kids, and his brother was only five years older than him.

“I’m not telling you to just hire any woman. There’s a service. It’s the best in the country.” Callum

produced a card from inside his jacket pocket. “I’m not offering you a substandard service here. I’m

offering you the best of the best. They’re amazing. I’ve even been in touch with a couple of their clients

who they recommend and have offered to give advice. Try it out. There’s a nanny in most areas, and

they’re all vetted.”

Drew took the card and stared at the business name. “This is a bad idea. I’ve seen all those horror shows

of what it means to have a woman you don’t know in the house.”

“Don’t be so sexist. In this day and age, you could be getting a guy and maybe he could whip this place

into shape.”

He didn’t need to look around to know what his brother was talking about. Clothes were everywhere.

The dishes had also started to pile up. Being alone with a four-year-old child was hard. The temptation

was there but he’d never been one to admit defeat. When his chances of being in professional football

were lost to him after a busted kneecap, he’d gotten his head down and studied hard at law. He’d gone

from college football to an academic scholarship.

No matter what he put his mind to, he got. It was the way he was. He didn’t give up. “I can do this.”

“No, Drew, you really can’t. Look, I get it. All of your life you’ve always achieved everything you’ve set

out to do. You’re a great guy. You think you can conquer the world, but you can’t. Not with this. You

have to face the facts. Tilly’s not coming back, man.”

At the mention of his ex-wife’s name, Drew wanted to hit something. He didn’t.

Meghan, his little girl, slept soundly in her bedroom.

“Don’t bring her up.”

“I know she’s a sore subject.”