Chapter 5
I left the baby with my old nurse, whose eyes lit up as if Hazel was a treasure rather than a ticking poop bomb. “Oh, the little toes!” she cooed. “How long can we keep her?”
“Days,” I promised. “But you won’t be on call 24/7. Bring her to the nursery in the morning and they’ll take over. If you get tired of the baby before then....”
“I won’t.” She turned away as if I intended to snatch the baby back. “My little darling. Look at your nose!”
The wily old wolf who’d slapped down three teenagers last week for eating the last sliver of pie she’d laid verbal claim to lowered her head to sniff the infant’s cowlick. Her face broke out in an angelic grin.
So that was settled. I’d never understood the obsession with baby scent. But if it was going to help me outsource my sticky probl
