Falling for the Babysitter

Chapter 6

“Oh, hey, Sam,” Deacon says, unperturbed by his brother’s sudden intrusion like I am. “Do you know Remy?”

“I do know Remy from next door. What I want to know is why she’s here and why you’re practically naked in front of her.”

Deacon’s face loses its good natured appearance and turns into a hard, sculpted mask of distaste. “She’s here because I need a babysitter for Bailey and I’ve been around this girl since she was a kid and I know her mom. I’m not going to trust my child with some stranger I’ve never met. A glass of juice was spilled and now I’m about to put my shirt in the washer. So that’s why I am currently shirtless. Any more accusations you’d like to make?” he says, voice flat and curt.

It’s nice of him not to throw me under the bus by telling Sam I was the one who spilled the juice in the first place. What I would like to do is step on the wet carpet and really set that stain. Sam seems like the kind of guy who would cry over a stain.

Sam looks at me, then at Deacon and says, “Can I talk to you for a minute.”

Deacon breathes long and slow, then turns to me, his expression lightening, but I can still see the shadow of anger haunting his eyes. “Could you give us a minute, Remy?” he says.

stupid to Sam. “Sure. I’ll go

Deacon asks me, his voice softer, nicer when he speaks to

in the laundry room as well as a muddy pair of boots. Let’s see

because I don’t remember ever having an actual conversation

while they argue at the top of the staircase. When I’m in the laundry room, I realize there’s a vent above my head and I can

on here?” Sam says. There’s no denying the accusation

on. It’s

I doubt that,” Sam says. “Did you not see the way that girl was

the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “She

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