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“Well…I don’t have any experience taking care of children,” I admit sheepishly.
King Soren’s expression softens slightly as he considers my words. He rubs a hand over his tired face before looking back at me with a determined glint in his silver eyes.
“I understand your hesitation,” he says calmly. “But my son seems to really like you and that’s what matters most to me right now.”
I glance over at Max who is tugging excitedly on Damian’s arm, begging him for something. The sight brings a smile to my face despite the tense situation.
“Plus,” the king continues. “We have plenty of staff who can assist you and give you training if needed.”
I’m surprised by the offer but also intrigued. It would certainly be a change from cleaning tables at the café every day. But could I really handle being a nanny for the king’s son?
I realize then I never answered his question. To be honest, I didn’t think he was being serious because, as Damian said, I am a stranger to the king. “I… I can’t. My grandmother, she’s not well, and I need to be there for her.”
The king’s expression softened slightly at my answer, and he nods, peering over at Max when Marianne set a plate of pancakes in front of him and choc chip cookies. “Anyone would think I don’t feed you,” he scolds his son, who smiles
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brightly back at him.
“Blair never makes pancakes,” Max pouts.
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“Blair is now on probation because of your antics,” he tells his son before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He takes out some notes, and I shake my head.
“No, it is fine,” I tell him.
“It wasn’t a choice, Marianne told me you’ve been covering his bill, you should have told me he had been running up a tab” He glares at his son.
“Really, he is no trouble and I make plenty of tips here,” I say, trying to refuse his money, but he steps closer and my breath lodges in my throat when he slips his hand into my jeans pocket. I gasp and the king smirks.
“Take it, I don’t like owing anyone, and for the past week you‘ ve been working two jobs.”
“I would hardly call feeding your son, and letting him follow me at work an extra job.”
The king chuckles. “I have over a hundred staff at the castle, and he escapes everyone, but not you,” King Soren whispers when I realize his hand is still in my pocket, and I am pressed against the man.
Damian clears his throat, snapping us out of the little bubble we are stuck in. We both peer around to find everyone has stopped to stare. The king clears his throat, letting me go, but I see the hint of a smirk on his lips.
I hesitate before pulling the considerable stack of notes from
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my back pocket, and my eyes widen. “Your Highness, he has not cost this much,” I panic, and I try to hand it back. He refuses, and I turn to Damian, but he steps back with his hands up in the air. Reluctantly, I take it, surprised by the gesture even though he had been so stern moments before.
“Thank you, your Highness.” It was difficult to mask my shock at how generous he was being with someone he hardly knew. This was going to make a huge difference to my grandmother.
He nods in acknowledgment before turning towards Max, who had been watching us silently from where he sat at the table throughout our discussion. He grumbles something under his breath before obediently standing up and walking over to his father, who picks him up, heading out of the café, with Damian following closely behind them both.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Brielle,” Max calls out, and his father growls, pulling back to look at him.
“You will be staying with me tomorrow young man,” the king tells him. Max rolls his eyes before peering over his father’s shoulder and mouthing
“I will see you tomorrow.”
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