All Chapters of Nanny To The Billionaire's Secret Heir : Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

RumoursMonday mornings had a way of making the whole house move faster.Theo couldn't find one shoe.Odette insisted she'd ironed Grayson's blue tie, not the grey one he was currently looking for.Marielle somehow ended up making toast with one hand while helping Theo pack his spelling book with the other."Did anyone see my briefcase?" Grayson called from somewhere upstairs."It's in the study," Marielle answered without looking up.A pause."How did you know that?""Because that's where you left it last night.""I was testing you.""No, you weren't.""No," he admitted as he appeared in the doorway, already knotting his tie. "I wasn't."Theo giggled into his orange juice."You forget lots of things.""I forget small things.""You forgot your lunch last Thursday.""I remembered eventually.""You remembered after Rie drove it all the way to your office."Grayson looked at Marielle."You told him?""I didn't have to."Theo nodded proudly."I saw."Marielle slid a plate towards Grayson.

Marielle didn't realize how tired she was until the ballroom disappeared behind them. City lights slid across the car windows in long ribbons of gold and white as Manhattan gave way to quieter streets, and Theo had already fallen asleep by the time they cleared the hotel driveway, head tipped sideways against the booster seat, one hand still wrapped around the toy dinosaur he'd insisted on bringing because, in his words, Sir Stomps got lonely otherwise.Nobody said much for a while. The quiet felt ordinary now in a way it hadn't a few weeks ago.She kicked off her heels and let out a breath. "I was right.""About?""These shoes were designed by someone who hates women."Grayson laughed under his breath. "You looked comfortable all night.""I lied the entire time.""I've been deceived, then.""For six straight hours.""You deserve an award.""I deserve better shoes." He glanced down at the heels abandoned by her feet on the floor of the car."I could arrange that.""You try to solve ev

Marielle had learned two things about Saturday football practice.The first was that six-year-olds somehow had endless energy even before nine in the morning.The second was that parents took children's sports far more seriously than the children ever did.Theo was halfway across the field before she'd even unfolded the camping chairs she'd brought from the car. The bright blue jersey hung a little loose on his shoulders, making him look even smaller among the pack of children chasing the ball with far more enthusiasm than strategy."I think they're all playing different games," Marielle said, watching three boys run one direction while everyone else charged the other.Beside her, Grayson took a sip of coffee."I've been told that's normal.""By who?""The coach.""The coach was lying to make parents feel better."That earned her a quiet laugh.She looked over."I like that.""What?""You laugh more now."He raised an eyebrow."I laughed before.""No." She shook her head. "You smiled