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Of course it’s okay.

Melanie:

We’re going to baby the shit out of you, you know that, right?

Tucker:

I appreciate that, since my mother is another brand of asshole and I’ve always been very needy.

That message got three laughing-emoji reactions.

Hannah:

Aww, honey. I’ll think of anything Barry has told me about practices and such to send it all over later.

Actually, you have so much on your plate already, I’ll get everyone together and make a list so no one is blowing up your phone.

And I do have a great rec for a nanny, actually.

Well, manny.

“Nooo,” I groan when I reach Hannah’s message and look up at her.

“Yes!” she shouts triumphantly and snatches the phone away before I can keep reading.

“But—”

“Nope, no buts. He and his three sisters will interview you tomorrow. I told him you might get a teaching position in the fall so it can’t be a long contract, but it would give him time to find someone more permanent.”

“Why—”

“We just talked about it.” She slaps my shoulder lightly as she interrupts me again.

“Three-year-old twins?” I demand then wince. “A twenty-three-year-old guardian who has no idea what they actually need?”

Hannah rolls her eyes.

“You’re being judgemental, Sunny. You’ve never even met Tuck.”

But I know the type, I think but don’t say.

I can only imagine what working for some entitled trust-fund baby with an inflated ego thanks to his damn lineage will do to the progress I’ve made in two and a half months.

But . . .

Goddammit.

Hannah looks so happy, so excited at the prospect of getting me a job, I can’t not try.

And hell, who knows, maybe the guy who identifies as an idiot won’t think he knows better than me?

June 6th

I pull nervously on the sleeve of the button-down Hannah bought me yesterday, and longingly remember the several different outfits that I thought would be better for the interview—which I would’ve been more comfortable in.

But then Hannah pushes open a frosted-glass door, walks into a big-ass conference room, and holds the door open for me.

Her raised eyebrows are expectant and just impatient enough to get me to move my ass and stop thinking about whatever the hell I’m wearing.