“Dad would never fire you. He loves you,” Grace asserts. I choke on my tongue and force a laugh, the sound too high-pitched to be natural. “No, he doesn’t.” Grace’s smile falls and her brows slam together. Wanting to soothe her, I rush to add, “He likes me. How could he not? I’m the best nanny you’ve ever had.” I lean her way, bumping my shoulder against hers. “You are,” she agrees, but her eyes are filled with questions. “But that’s not why Dad
