Page 21 of The Nanny Contract

“Not your usual evening?” I asked, knowing that it probably wasn’t.

Logan was the type of reserved that I couldn’t picture at a bougie carnival. The atmosphere simply didn’t suit him.

Glancing around, I noticed brightly colored banners crisscrossing paths. There was lively energy with a nostalgic charm. Looking back at Logan, I saw that he was anxiously glancing at his phone.

Probably worried about being called in to work.

Lately Logan had consumed more of my thoughts than I liked to admit.

He’d made quite the impression, and my daydreams often wandered to him.

He was like a mysterious enigma, popping in and out of Westbrook Meadows whenever he wasn’t working. With a hospital schedule that sometimes consumed up to eighty hours of work each week, I wasn’t sure how he was able to remain sane. Especially in such a high-pressure, high-stress environment.

Life or death.

Daily.

“Not my typical night at all,” he answered. “But that means I’m not working or at the hospital, so I’ll call it a win.”

He winked at me, and I felt a hint of tension relax from my shoulders.

I reminded myself to keep my daydreams—or fantasies—in check.

Yes, he’s handsome.

Yes, he’s hard working.

But no, he isn’t available.

At least not to me. One, because I’m his employee. And two, because he’s straight.

Watch it, I told myself.Keep it to yourself.

“Hunter has definitely outdone himself,” Logan said, scanning the grounds and taking in the eccentricities. “I’ll admit, it’s a bit livelier than I’d expected. Care to take a walk?”

I nodded and followed his lead, a hint of nervousness tugging at me.

As we wandered through the carnival, we sampled food from various booths, and I could sense Logan starting to enjoy himself. When we arrived at a ring toss game, I jokingly encouraged him to try and to my surprise he agreed. After a few failed attempts, and a few laughs, we called it quits.

“Stick to surgery,” I said. “I’m sure Henry would be proud.”

Logan chuckled. “Glad to know where my strengths are.”

Our laughter created an easy, playful tension that I noticed. But I knew I’d need to keep it to myself. Despite the spark I felt, I needed to remain professional.

There was an undeniable attraction growing, but it needed to remain completely hidden at all times.

The stakes couldn’t be any higher.

I’d never found myself in this situation before, being attracted to my employer.

Then again, it shouldn’t come as any surprise. Logan was a single, thirty-six-year-old man, compared to my previous employers who were usually married men in their fifties.

Betsy had previously explained to me that Logan and Gloria never planned on having a kid at such a young age, but they were happy to have Henry, nonetheless.

“Care for a drink?” he asked, shaking me from my thoughts. “I’ll go grab two.”

I nodded politely as he walked away. As soon as he was out of my sight, I let out a sigh. My face had turned red, I just knew it.