“Well, that’s really not something we need to get into.” Erin quickly stood from the couch and walked over to the bottom of the stairs. “Nolan, are you okay up there, sweetie? Do you need my help?”

“No. I do it myself,” Nolan yelled back.

As if she didn’t hear him, Erin hurried up the steps. After a few seconds, Blair heard Nolan complaining about how he was a big boy and assumed that meant Erin was now in his room.

“No! I do it right!” Nolan’s voice echoed throughout the whole house.

Don’t worry, buddy. You weren’t the one to mess up. It was me. Blair threw her head back against the couch and squeezed her eyes shut. There’s no way I’m getting this job.

Chapter 3

Erin

Erin took much longer than she needed to fix Nolan’s swimsuit. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to face Blair after she had run away from just one mention of Bianca. Blair and Bianca—of course their names had to be similar, just like their looks. She was sure people would easily assume Blair was Nolan’s mom given her long wavy brown hair and eyes so dark they almost looked black. Erin clearly had a type, because she couldn’t help but realize how hot Blair was, a fact she was trying to erase from her brain, because it was wrong on so many levels. Not only was Blair ten years younger than her, but she was also most likely going to be Nolan’s babysitter, which basically made her Erin’s employee. Even if all of that wasn’t enough, Erin could never be with someone like Blair who didn’t want kids. She had made that mistake once. There was no way it was going to happen again.

She shook her head at herself. Why was she even thinking about this? A pretty girl gives her one compliment and all she can think about is the reasons they should or shouldn’t be together? It was pathetic, honestly. I need to get laid. She laughed out loud at the thought. That clearly wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“Why you laugh, Mommy?”

“You’re silly, that’s why.” Erin tickled Nolan, which she hoped would make him forget all about her strange behavior.

“Stop, Mommy. I…wanna…go…pool,” Nolan said between giggles.

Erin pulled her hands back, but kept them in the tickle position. “You know who else wants to go to the pool?” She dug her hands back into his sides. “The tickle monster.”