Chapter 39

Blair’s POV

Frankie had turned out to be everything I could have possibly wanted in a nanny. In her late fifties, if I had to guess, she had been a stay at home mom until her kids were grown then started taking care of other people’s children. With her Mexican accent and a chest that was a pillowy shelf, Nathan had taken to her instantly, and Frankie had been absolutely tickled by the smiley boy.

Even Ronnell had conceded that Frankie was wonderful.

That hadn’t stopped him from installing security cameras that linked to both our phones in all the living areas, though. He trusted Frankie, but only so far.

Although it was overkill since we wouldn’t be living with him for a long time, inwardly, I was relieved to have a way to check in on my boy throughout the day.

This was day one, and so far, so good. I had ripped myself away from Nathan with only a couple of tears—and that had mostly been because he had seemed content to hang around with Frankie.<