Sharp cries from the baby monitor stopped me in my tracks. Elliot swept the monitor off the table, checking the screen. “Josephine’s awake and pissed off.” He started for the stairs in a rush, like he couldn’t get to her quickly enough. “I’ll get her while you let the nanny in.” “Okay. Thank you.” My heart did a funny thing at the sight of Elliot Levy bounding up the stairs to collect my daughter.
