All Stars Fall (Seaside Pictures #3.5)(16)

“Okay!” She kissed his cheek and then patted where she kissed, her face lit up. “Oh, does that mean that Penny gets to come?”

“Did you get a cat?” Drew laughed as his eyes searched the room and then fell on me. His eyebrows rose straight up his forehead as he looked between me and Trevor. Bella ran full speed toward me, and I had no choice but to pick her up and let her little arms strangle me to death while both gorgeous men watched.

“Apparently that’s my cue.” I let out a weak laugh. “I would be the cat though I’m more like the nanny and I’d like to think that watching me in a cat video would be the opposite of entertaining. You know, since I don’t have an obsession with goldfish and needing to be petted.”

Too far. I just went too far, didn’t I?

“You’re funny.” Bella squeezed me harder. “Can we play Barbies today?”

“Absolutely! Should we dress Eric up as Ken?”

“I WILL NOT!” Eric yelled, earning another laugh from us.

And Drew still stared.

Trevor cleared his throat…obviously, so obviously I wanted to die.

“Sorry.” Drew took two steps toward me. “You’re just not the vision that comes to mind when someone says nanny.”

“Because I’m young?” I asked honestly.

“Because you’re hot.” He winked.

“And that’s our cue.” Trevor shoved Drew toward the door, only to have Drew poke his head back in.

“Number?” he called.

“Off limits,” Trevor said in an annoyed voice.

“Name?” Drew kept trying and Trevor kept shoving.

I rolled my eyes and hugged Bella tighter. “Sorry. I don’t give my name or number to strangers, right, Bella?”

“Stranger danger nine-one-one!” she shouted.

“Taught her that yesterday.” I grinned and returned his wink.

It was Trevor’s turn to poke his head around the corner of the door frame as he tried to shove Drew backwards. “Remind me to give you a raise.”

“Oh, I will,” I joked. “Go make music!”

“You should—” Drew sputtered as Trevor stepped in front of him, shutting down his attempt to linger by body blocking him out the door. “Son of a bitch!”

“Children!” Trevor shouted.

“Fine, fine, bye, sexy nanny, bye, beautiful Bella, later boys!” Drew yelled before the door slammed and I was left alone with all the kids.

Bella patted my cheeks with her chubby hands. “Your face is red.”

“I’m hot,” I said lamely.

Her face fell. “You can’t marry Uncle Drew.”

“Wait, what? Why would I marry Uncle Drew?”

“He called you sexy.” She lowered her voice to a loud toddler whisper. “Sexy! Daddy says that means you have to get married!”

“Oh, honey.” Bless her heart. “Trust me, I’m not marrying Uncle Drew.”

“Oh, good.” She sighed happily. “Because I already prayed that you would marry Daddy, and then there was a shooting star and Daddy says that means it’s going to happen!”

Tears filled my eyes. I didn’t have to heart to tell her I stopped praying and wishing on stars a long time ago.

Who was I to trample on her dreams anyways? “I guess we’ll see.”

With that, we walked toward the shouting between Eric and Malcom.

And within seconds, I had blue paint both somehow in my mouth and in my hair.

Yeah, I was totally going to marry a rock star.

Not.





Chapter Eight



Trevor




“Shut up.” My first words once we got into the Escalade and drove toward the recording studio.

“Hmm?” Andrew cupped his ear. “I’m sorry, what was that? Were you just telling me to shut up? I didn’t say anything.”

I snorted and took a right toward downtown, the only downtown Seaside had with enough ice cream shops and taffy shops to make a lot of dentists very happy for a very long time.

“Your look says it all.” I groaned. “For the record, I was desperate for someone to help with the kids, I came here to escape, to produce, to help lay tracks for the next album, and I’ve gotten shit done.” I pulled into my parking space at the studio and killed the engine only to see Drew giving me the most shit-eating grin I’d ever seen—which really was saying a lot since the prick rarely smiled and up until recently had been on a downward spiral that would make any rock star proud.

“Fine.” Drew grabbed his bag and then ran a hand through his buzzed hair. “All I’m saying is that she’s hot as f—”

“Please don’t finish that sentence.”

“She’s hot.” Drew sighed like I was being unreasonable. “I mean you have to admit at least that. I can understand being desperate but did you have to hire someone that looks like she could be a super model as your nanny?”

I had no response.

Because what could I say that hadn’t already been said?

She was beautiful.

She was working under my roof.

And she was taking care of my kids.

I let out a rough exhale. “We texted.”