Internally, I knew what I’d asked about having her sent home was ridiculous. And I could have come to this conclusion on my own instead of clueing Evan in on my struggle. I waved my hand with a chuckle as if I’d been joking all along. “Apparently I don’t have much choice, do I? It was difficult enough to get a nanny at such short notice anyway. Did the background check come in?” Despite The Tabitha Mackenzie Agency always promising vetted placements, I’d be a fool not to do my own research. Especially when Dauphine was involved.

“Preliminary is clean. Couldn’t find a driver’s license but she has a birth certificate, social, and passport.”

“Maybe she doesn’t drive?”

“Maybe. She lives in downtown Charleston. So it won’t be hard to figure out a full picture.”

“Bon.” If I remembered, Charleston was a quaint little city with a young but well-preserved history. It was also a walking city so it wasn’t surprising she didn’t have a car. I’d really enjoyed my brief trip to meet with a super yacht company who had bid on and won my business for the more eco-friendly yacht I was planning to upgrade to. I loved the ocean, and these gas-guzzling and oil slicking beasts weren’t very good for it. “She’s an architect,” I offered.

“She’s what?” His eyebrows hit his hairline.

“An architect. She’d have a degree or something with her name on it. Start there.”

“That’s impressive. Beautiful and smart.”

“Apparently.” I growled at him.

Evan turned to the door. “Oh, by the way, I told her she wasn’t allowed to leave. You’re welcome. I felt like you both needed a cool down period.”

“You did what?” Fuck. The last thing I needed was her feeling like a prisoner, especially if she had issues with being on a boat. “Evan.”

He shrugged with a cryptic look. “New security measure I just implemented. No one on or off the boat twelve hours before we move port.”

“Twelve hours?”

“Okay, fine, we can make it three. But with Michello skulking around, it’s a good idea anyway. I want to make sure we’re safe.”

Somehow, I didn’t think the new security feature had much to do with my ex-brother-in-law and everything to do with the fact that Josephine had quit and Evan wanted her to stay. What was my old friend up to?

A stray thought popped into my head. My hand clenched.

I scowled at him. “Wait. You’re not … you don’t … you know there’s no fraternizing.”

“What?” Evan stopped with his hand on the door, and then busted out laughing. “Jealousy is a good look on you, my friend.”

“Get out.”

He raised a palm. “Pas de problème.”

Chapter Thirteen

JOSIE