The Nanny

by Lana Ferguson

A seventy-two-year-old woman as my best friend wasn’t exactly on my list of things to accomplish here, but she might be more interesting than I am, so I guess there’s that.

“It could all be some elaborate scheme to lure you to his house so he can lock you in his basement.”

And because the universe is a fickle bitch, this is exactly how Aiden Reid finds me. In the middle of a personal fiasco, cursing on his porch and holding my underwear.

Sounds like they’ve had some bad luck in the nanny department lately.” “They’re probably all in the basement.” “Well, at least I’ll have company when he throws me down there.”

“Did I miss anything interesting this week?” “Well, I’ve been introducing Sophie to my underground gambling ring, but she hasn’t impressed me yet.”

“First of all, you assume any fault to be had is with the man. You have good tits and a better brain, and that means you are automatically hands above the rest.”

You can’t plan your whole future just because of one bad day from the past.

“Quit trying to put this on you. It isn’t your fault I got a shitty ticker.”