*Olivia*
I don’t want to think that at this very moment, Jack Moondancer is in my dressing room… bathing. How would I climb into the tub and sink beneath the water knowing that his bare person has touched the same copper as mine? I should share a dressing room only with someone I know well. While we won’t be in the tub at the same time, it still seems rather intimate and decadent.
And thinking about Jack Moondancer’s bareness is not what I need to be concentrating on. I need to focus on finding Hunter a new nanny.
Hunter is nestled against my side as we sit on a settee beside the window in the day nursery. He has tucked his thumb inside his hand and curled his fingers around it, as though determined not to suck on it. Yet if ever a time is right for sucking it, this morning seems to be
