“You knew my number by heart?” I ask. “I memorized it when I started working for you,” she says. “It’s in the nanny contract you had me sign, to make sure I could always contact you on behalf of the kids.” “Oh. That’s good. Smart.” She smiles against my shoulder. “Yeah. I take it you weren’t even aware of that.” “I read it, but that was years ago. Come here. I need you,” I say against her hair. “More than I’ve ever needed anyone. But…” “I get it.” Her cheek is pressed against my shoulder, her voice a soft mumble. “It means you could end up hurt again. Just like I might.” Slipping a hand
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