Evie dragged a steamed mussel through the pool of white wine and butter sauce on her plate. She was determined to wring every ounce of enjoyment out of this dinner. If it had to come from the deliciousness of the food rather than the man across the table, so be it. She’d take what she could get.
“So this guy, after I collared him, he started yelling, ‘I want my nanny.’ I thought he meant Mommy, but that wasn’t it. He wanted his damn nanny.”
Evie frowned at Danny Blaine, who was so clean-cut he could have been chiseled from a bar of soap. “I don’t understand. Was he still a kid? Why did he have a nanny?”
“Got me.”
“You never asked what he meant?”
“Nope. It sounded like a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ kind of situation, if you know what I mean.”
Evie nodded wisely, even though she really di
