The door burst open, and there stood Lottie, his old nanny, arms flung open. "Dean!"
Crossing the threshold, he walked into the embrace that had cradled him in his youth, inhaling her familiar scent of Ivory soap and lemons.
Pulling back, he smiled. "Hey, Lottie. It's good to see you."
She gave him "the look," one thick gray eyebrow arched. "I'm surprised you could still find your way here."
Despite more than a decade passing since he last saw her, she had barely aged. Grayer hair, but still pulled back into a cookie-size bun. Her ruddy skin was remarkably wrinkle-free, and her bright green eyes reflected a life well-enjoyed.
Realizing how much he missed her, Dean recalled how Lottie had entered their family as a summer cook, becoming their full-time nanny. She had no children of her
