Page 22 of The Nanny Contract

Always happened when I was nervous.

Logan must have been able to see. Maybe that’s why he’d excused himself.

Maybe he’d been uncomfortable.

Before I could think about it further, I noticed a man approaching.

Well-dressed, in his fifties, expensive clothing. Obviously someone connected to the Westbrooks and not an employee like me.

“Good evening,” he said, extending his arm and shaking my hand. “I’m Dr. Jeffrey Evans. I’m a physician at Pinehurst Medical Center.”

A colleague of Logans. Better make a good first impression.

“Good evening,” I said.

It seemed as if Dr. Evans had approached me for a reason.

“I won’t take much of your time,” he continued. “But I wanted to ask: how happy are you working here?”

What?

His question completely caught me off guard.

Was this some type of loyalty test orchestrated by Logan?

Why on earth would his colleague want to know if I was happy?

Of course I was happy. More and more so, the more time I spent around Logan.

Dr. Evans laughed, throwing his head back. “Let me rephrase! Would you consider working for me and my family? I’ve heard that you have a calm way with teenagers, and that’s exactly what my wife and I need. I’d offer a guaranteed pay increase from what Logan is paying you.”

I was speechless.

When Betsy originally hired me after a grueling interview process, I’d been shocked. Now here I was being offered jobs by prominent families.

Maybe there was something in the water around here.

Dr. Evans leaned in and lowered his voice. “I heard about your handling of the speeding situation involving Henry.”

Oh no, I thought.Word got around town and now I looked like a failure as a nanny.

Then again, maybe it hadn’t made me look bad. After all, Dr. Evans had just asked me to come onboard with his family.

He looked at me with anticipation in his eyes. “We need someone like you on our staff, Casey.”

As if he could sense my hesitation, he gave me his card and said, “Give it some thought.”

Well, that was odd.

I looked around, trying to see if I could find Logan. He’d been gone for several minutes, and I was starting to wonder if he’d forgotten about our drinks.

I suddenly realized he was standing just a few feet away from me, holding two drinks with a puzzled expression on his face.

I wondered if he’d overheard my conversation with Dr. Evans.

Before I could ask, he handed me my drink and gestured for me to follow him toward the cotton candy booth.

As we waited our turn, an awkward tension lingered.