CHAPTER 32 | Parker
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“I’ll be back later for the twins,” I tell Aiden, keeping my eyes on my sneakers so I don’t have to look at him. “Give me an hour. Tops.”
No response, but I don’t look back. I leave him in bed, closing the door softly behind me and hurrying down the hallway. Downstairs, the tack room is dim and empty, but two grooms are already in the stable aisle, dumping the morning feed into the horses’ buckets and I know they saw me. Ugh. The walk of shame.
Or maybe not. After all, I’m the nanny. One of the kids could’ve been sick.
And it’s not like you’re dressed for sport s*x, I think, noticing a stain on the sleeve of my sweatshirt. When had I gotten that? It looks like...Oh, I realize, frowning. That’s from Brody’s dinner. How very charming.
Why on earth did Aiden
