Spotlight (Famous, #2)

by Eden Finley

Apparently, if I don’t want her to grow up to be a sociopath, I have to let her get bitten by other children.

My stomach flips. At a fucking wink. I definitely made a mistake in hiring him, but do I regret it? Not one bit.

We stare at each other, and his curious eyes almost have me blurting my sexuality all over him like a unicorn vomiting rainbows.

“Deal.” And that’s how you negotiate with terrorists … I mean children.

“Why does Cash Kingsley think I’m straight when you know I’m not? Like, definitely not.” “Maybe you give off a super-straight vibe?” “Bitch, please.”

Oh God, I have a crush on a dude who was in a boy band. Kill me now. Oops, there I go judging again too. I’m a mess.

If he was anyone else besides Kaylee’s nanny, I’d probably crawl into his lap and offer myself up as a snack.

I’m not sure if he pulls me to him or if I take the lead, but his lips feel familiar. Like I’ve kissed him a million times over a hundred lifetimes.

“Cash and I never did anything outside of the studio. He has the emotional reach of a vibrating dildo.”

“Sweetie, if someone tells you that you should smile, what do you say?” “Give me a reason to.”

“You can borrow my clothes,” Kaylee says. “Lyric wears Daddy’s clothes all the time. They’re going to get married like us!”

I’ve never once experienced the expression so silent you could hear a pin drop, but right now, everyone in the damn room can probably hear my heart hammering. It’s on a mission to break free from my rib cage.

“There’s something else, and I want you to be a part of it.” I narrow my eyes. “Oh God, you’re not coming out publicly and getting married or some shit, are you? I’m calling not it on being your best man.”