“This is my house. I’m John. You sure you’re not looking for my brother, Jackson?” He looks me up and down, his expression hardening, and I’m not sure what to make of it. “He’s the same height and build, looks a lot like me.” Oh God. There’s two of them?
“Actually, I don’t know who I’m looking for. Mrs. Bishop sent me. She said a nanny was needed for her new grandbaby, Maize. Maybe I have the wrong house. I’m sorry for intruding.” I take a step toward the door, but he closes it before I can walk out.
“My mama sent you over here?” He shakes his head, annoyed.
“Yeah, I guess. You’re the one with the baby?” I ask, almost surprised. He’s nothing like I imagined, and now I’m second-guessing this whole thing.
“Yes, but I told her I didn’t need any help finding a nanny, and you don’t exactly
