Some Like It Hotter (Sweet Life in Seattle #3)

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“What do you know about hiring a nanny?”
    “Nothing. But I know men, and I need to help vet this woman so we can avoid any potential problems.”
    She unlatches Luca, switches him to her other breast, and takes a moment to get him settled. “What are you talking about? What potential problems?”
    “Nanny problems, that’s what. Haven’t you ever noticed how many married men fall under the nanny spell?”
    “Nanny spell?”
    “Yes, look at all the tabloid headlines. Men are constantly having affairs with their children’s nanny.”
    Natalie rolls her eyes. “That’s silly. I trust Anthony completely.”
    “Yes, I’m sure that’s what all those movie star wives say too, but think about it. It happens all the time.”
    “Anthony is not going to cheat on me with the nanny!”
    Lindsay puts her hand up. “I’m not saying he would. Anthony is a good guy, but let’s face it, he’s still a man.”
    Natalie shakes her head in amazement. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”
    “Hey, why put temptation in his path?” Lindsay’s never understood why all these wives would bring a beautiful young woman into their home. It’s like they know nothing about male psychology or something.
    “You don’t trust anybody, do you?”
    “I trust you.”
    Natalie sighs. “That’s something at least.”
    “Listen, when it comes to men, I know what I’m talking about. And we need to find you an unattractive nanny who’s at least a hundred years old.”
    “A hundred!” Natalie laughs. “Don’t you think that’s too old?”
    Lindsay reflects for a moment. “Possibly two hundred.”
    “Where am I going to find a two-hundred-year-old nanny?”
    “Oh, they’re out there. In fact, I’m sure they’re in high demand.” She imagines all the smart women are snatching them up as fast as they can.
    “I have a great idea,” Natalie says. “Maybe we could resurrect an Egyptian mummy to be our nanny!”
    Lindsay laughs with approval. “See, now you’re thinking outside the box.”
    “You’re crazy. Plus, Anthony is surrounded by college girls at the university. I can’t let myself worry about stuff like that.”
    “That’s different. Those girls aren’t in his home, right under his nose every day.”
    Natalie sighs. “I’ve already been cheated on once, remember? I trust Anthony. He’s not that kind of man.”
    “Just let me help pick out the nanny. What’s the harm? I have good instincts about people, and you can’t deny that.”
    “All right, fine.” Natalie unlatches Luca and pulls her shirt down again. “I’ll wait until you get back before I hire anyone.”
    “Thank you.”
    “So, what else is new?” Natalie holds a now sleeping Luca in her arms. Lindsay can almost smell his sweet baby scent through the computer screen.
    “Not much. Giovanni showed up here last night.” She picks some clay out from beneath her fingernails.
    Natalie’s mouth opens in surprise. “Really? I thought he was in Africa. What did he want?”
    “I don’t know.” She relays the night’s events to her sister, starting with the marriage proposal from Dieter, but leaves out the part about playing poker and kissing Giovanni.
    “Wait a minute. You’ve had three marriage proposals since you’ve been in Berlin?” Natalie laughs with amazement. “You never told me that!”
    Lindsay shrugs. “I didn’t think it was worth mentioning. I mean, it’s not like I accepted any of them. I don’t plan to marry ever again.”
    “You might change your mind for the right guy.”
    “No. That’s not going to happen.”
    Natalie studies her for a long moment, but doesn’t say anything. “So, what happened with Giovanni?”
    “Not much. I have no idea why he even came here.”
    Natalie appears to think this over. “Anthony must have given him your address, though he never mentioned it to me. I’ll ask him about it.” She looks worried. “You didn’t sleep with him again, did you?”
    “No, of course

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