“Why the hell would you want to work there?” I shot from the kitchen.

“Shut up, Elis. Not everyone can live off paint fumes and angst. I need some cash flow as soon as freakin’ possible.”

“Language, Sarena.” Mom stood from the table, a small smile twitching on her lips. We’d been through a lot over the years, and my mom’s attitude pulled us through every one of them.

“Wait. I might know someone who’s hiring.” A grin lit Devlynn’s lips. “Let me text someone. Hang on.” She dug into her bag, and her fingers sped across the screen.

“Anything but waitressing.” Sarena popped a piece of crispy broccolini into her mouth from the bowl left on the table. “I’m a horrible waitress. I’ve been fired from three places.”

“Three? I thought it was two.” I frowned.

“Third was the coffee shop. I fucked up the orders daily. It was awful.”

I laughed, thinking my sister’s talents were few and far between. She wasn’t talentless, but she was a free spirit and an artist. Her skills on the piano and violin were unmatched by anyone in our family, but short of being a music teacher, it was hard to monetize a skill like that.

“I need…something…”

“Easy?” I offered unhelpfully.

“Low-key.” Sarena rolled her eyes at me.

“Yes! He is looking for someone. His last lady died, so he’s been—”

“Wait, what kind of job is this?” Sarena’s face dropped.

Devlynn’s laugh warmed up the room. “No, his nanny was like a hundred years old. She passed a few weeks ago, and he’s been dragging his feet hiring someone new.”

“Who is it?” I went to Devlynn’s side, trying to peek over her phone. When I saw the person she’d been texting, my eyes widened. “Are you shitting me?”

“Elis!” Mom chastised.

“No way. You’re not working for him. He’s probably a scam artist or—”

“Elis, stop. He’s been a family friend for years. I think he went to college with my dad. Plus”—Devlynn shot me an annoyed glare—“he got you off, didn’t he?”

“Wait, who got what off?” Sarena quizzed, her eyebrows angled up.

“My lawyer,” Devlynn breathed. “My lawyer is looking for a part-time nanny.”

“Sarena is horrible to children. I wouldn’t let her near mine with a ten-foot pole,” I said.

“I love kids!” Sarena’s eyes lit up. “I was a counselor at music camp four summers in a row!”

“Perfect.” Devlynn ignored me, dodging my hands when I tried to snatch her phone. “So, I’ll tell him you’re interested?”

“Very.” Sarena nodded enthusiastically, popping another broccolini between her teeth. “I can start as soon as he needs. Like, yesterday.”