CHAPTER NINE
THE CHILD HADN’T STOPPED crying for over an hour. Her charm was quickly wearing off. He turned to the nanny. “Shut that kid up or I will, and you won’t like the way I do it.”
The pretty Hispanic woman paled and she pulled the child closer, leaning down to speak softly in the little girl’s ear.
Whatever she said to the girl didn’t have the desired effect. She started to cry harder, hugging the fluffy stuffed dog tighter as tears spilled down her pink cheeks.
He gritted his teeth, his fingers clenching as the limo took the exit and rolled smoothly onto Highway 65. The child hiccupped, sniffed, and seemed to be winding down.
He closed his eyes, thankful for the moment’s peace.
A small, moist hand touched his arm and his eyes jerked open. “I don’t want to leave that plathe.
