“I called Mac,” he says. “He’s downstairs, and on standby for later.” “You shouldn’t have done that,” I say. He shakes his head. “I should have done it last time, too.” “Have any of the other nannies been offered car service?” I ask. There’s an edge to my voice. He frowns, and the non-answer is answer enough. He wants me, I think again. Just not enough. “Have fun tonight,” he says. “You too.”
