Burgess stared her right in the eye while ripping the stack of business cards in half and holding them up, letting the wind take them in eighty directions. “We clear?” “Oh,” she whispered, feeling suddenly and dizzyingly light. “I don’t know—” “The only woman I’m calling is you.” The world just kind of doused itself in lavender. “For au pair reasons. And because I’m your friend.” He cupped the back of her skull, bringing her forward to kiss her forehead. “Whatever you say, gorgeous.”
