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    “Those are wonderful things, Landry. Very impressive. Meagan told me you are very sensitive to what goes on in hospitals, yet you volunteer to—”
    I lean forward, cutting her off. “Yes, I’m right out of college, but I promise it won’t be a problem. It was never a problem when I waitressed at King’s.” I fight down the blush that threatens to make me out for the liar I am. An image of Beau Montgomery flashes in my head, all sprawled out beneath me. My hands on his chest, his fingers wrapped around my wrists.
    “Landry?”
    I force the image away and take a deep breath, smiling. “I appreciate you taking the time to consider me, and I promise that if the family decides I’m the right fit, then I’ll make you proud.”
    Kimmie looks me over, a dark brow rising. “See that you do.” She picks up a piece of paper and hands it to me. “You have an interview in forty minutes.”
    “Oh my gosh! Thank you. I’m going to nanny the crud out of that kid!” I practically squeal and Kimmie laughs, her haughty persona melting away.
    “Show Mr. Montgomery that side of you, and I’m sure you’ll get the position.”
    It couldn’t be? “Great,” I say, my voice a whole lot weaker than it was. Somehow, I manage to get out of Kimmie’s office and sit on a bench outside before I allow myself to read what is written on the paper she gave me.
    Beau and Mia Montgomery ~ 346 Laurel Springs Way, Forrestville
    My eyes almost pop out of my head. “You’re married?” Oh good Lord. I’d been having fantasies about a married man?  A married man whose lap I’d sat in and chest I’d fondled.
    I groan and shove the paper inside my purse.
    Fantasies about celebrities didn’t count, because of two reasons.
    One—I’ve never met any of them.
    Two—They’ve never met me.
    So none of it was real.
    However, Beau Montgomery is real. He’s tall, muscled, and smells like heaven.
    And married .

Chapter Five
Beau
    I really don’t want to do this. Mia grins at me while she swings, and I exhale. But there’s no other choice.
    Finally, I got the call. The one I’ve been waiting for my entire life. Not only am I going to be the youngest driver, at only twenty-four, but I am going to be the only American racing on the Circuit de Monaco . I’ll drive a Formula One car and will challenge world-renowned drivers for a four-million pound purse.
    “You’re not backing out,” Remington says, sitting in a chair across from me and my daughter.  He stops by my house every day in the hopes of playing with Mia. It’s annoying as hell. “I don’t care how much you huff and puff over there while you deliberate, you’re not telling them no.”
    “I plan on going, Remington.”
    He jabs his thumb in Mia’s direction. “Judith will be happy to keep her while we stay in Monaco.”
    “You are not coming with me.”
    His gray eyes narrow. “Why the hell not?”
    “Because Prince Albert invited me and not you.” It gives me great pleasure to throw that in his face. His redneck ass thinks he’s moving up in the world, but I’m not going to let him. “I’m taking my team, my daughter, and the nanny I’m hiring.”
    Remington laughs. “Aren’t you having a big time now?”
    I roll my eyes. “Cut it out.”
    He holds up his hands. “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.” He shakes his head. “Sometimes, I look at you and think, this cannot be the same boy I brought up here.”
    I think that all the time. Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I don’t recognize myself at all. “You can thank Chase for that.”
    My father grunts. “I’m not thanking him for anything.” Here we go again. Remington is still pissed at my older brother for not following in his footsteps and becoming a womanizing dickhead. Well, Chase is a dickhead all right, but the only woman for him is his wife—the same woman he called his best friend years before they ever got together.
    Strange how life works out like that.
    Mia