The Nanny: A Single Dad Romance

by Aria Ford

  “Make yourself at home,” I said, gesturing toward the couch. “I’ll only be a minute.”

  “Take your time,” she said. “No rush.”

  I smiled and hurried into my bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I sighed deeply and ran my hands over my face. Seeing Jacqueline again was a total surprise. I wasn’t ready to face anyone from Bradley’s family, and the last thing I expected was for one of them to appear on my doorstep. Quickly, I walked into the bathroom and jumped in the shower.

  As I showered, I let the water wash away my nerves. There was no reason I should feel so weird about seeing Jacqueline again. It had been years, but she was still Bradley’s sister. She, unlike her parents, never did anything to hurt me. She was just a sweet, innocent kid who was nice enough to drop by. I forced myself to calm down as I turned off the shower and got dressed. Having lunch with Jacqueline would be fun, just like old times. All I had to do was relax.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Jacqueline

  After Ryan disappeared to take a shower, I stood awkwardly in his living room. I looked around, taking in the lack of furniture and unpacked boxes. Ryan didn’t have a lot of possessions, but it was strange to see the apartment so empty.

  I knew I should sit down on the couch to wait for him, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Our interaction felt so forced and uncomfortable. It was good to see him, but I didn’t realize how weird it would be after all these years.

  Finally, I forced myself to sit down and wait for him. I nestled into the couch cushions and sipped my water, not sure what to think. Seeing Ryan again was nice, but he was nothing like the boy I remembered. With Bradley, I saw the changes in him each time he returned home on leave. With Ryan, it felt like I blinked and he became this man. This man who was incredibly attractive. When I saw him outside, I felt sure I had the wrong apartment. The tall, muscular man standing in front of me couldn’t possibly be Ryan Link.

  But it was. My shock and discomfort were quickly replaced with joy. It felt great to see him. I just wished it hadn’t been nine years since we were last in the same place. As I sat on the couch, Ryan’s bedroom door opened, and he called out to me.

  “What do you feel like for lunch?” he asked. “I was thinking burgers.”

  He opened the door so I could hear him, but it allowed me to see inside his room. He was wearing nothing but a towel, and his bare chest glistened with water from the shower. I stared pointedly up at the ceiling before I answered.

  “Sure,” I said. “That sounds good.”

  “There’s also a really good Mexican place around the corner,” he suggested. “I can’t remember. Do you like Mexican food?”

  “Not really,” I answered. “Burgers sound good.”

  “Okay, burgers it is,” he said brightly. “We’ll hit the diner down the street.”

  My attention was still focused on the ceiling. I wished he would hurry up and get dressed so I wouldn’t have to keep my neck craned upward. I wasn’t the kind of person who engaged in conversations with half-naked men. My face felt flushed.

  “What are you looking at?” Ryan asked, his voice sounding much closer now.

  I looked down to see him standing in the doorway, fully clothed. My cheeks burned, and I smiled to cover my discomfort.

  “Nothing,” I said. “You just have a crack up there. That’s all.”

  “Oh,” Ryan said, glancing up at the ceiling with a frown. “Good to know.”

  “Yup,” I said, jumping off the couch. “You ready to go?”

  Ryan nodded and led the way outside. He locked the door behind us, and we set off toward the diner.

  “It’s just across the street,” Ryan said. “Close enough to walk.”

  I nodded. “Great.”

  As we walked, Ryan kept up most of the conversation. Any awkward tension he felt upon my arrival was clearly gone. His easy demeanor was back, and he seemed more like the person I remembered. Still, I felt weird walking beside him. When we made it to the diner, we sat down in a corner booth and waited for a waitress to bring us menus. She took our drink orders before she walked away.

  I skimmed the menu slowly, still not sure what to say. Being around Ryan felt nice, like old times, but it also felt strange. When we were younger, we never hung out alone. Bradley was always around, and even when Ryan lived with us, we didn’t spend much time together. I was young and so was he. We didn’t grow up together, not really, so our bond wasn’t very strong.

  “So,” Ryan said. “You’re a veterinarian now?”

  “I am,” I said proudly. “I just graduated and got this job at the clinic, but it’s been great so far”

  “That’s not at all what I pictured you doing,” Ryan said with a cocky tone.

  “Really?” I asked. “Why not?”

  Ryan shrugged. “I don’t know. I just imagined you doing something bigger.”

  “Bigger?” I repeated curiously.

  “More important,” he clarified. “Like an environmental lawyer or a social worker or something.”

  I frowned. Ryan’s words weren’t meant as an insult, but they felt like one. He didn’t know me as an adult, and he barely knew me as a child. I didn’t know what path he expected me to take, but I didn’t appreciate his snap judgement. He suddenly reminded me a lot of the kid I used to know.

  Back then Ryan was always in trouble. His arrogance often drove him to do stupid things without fear of getting caught. He truly believed himself to be invincible. He wasn’t. He always got caught.

  “I’ve always loved animals,” I reminded him, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. “Don’t you remember me constantly begging Mom and Dad for a dog when we were younger?”

  “I don’t remember much from that time,” Ryan said coldly.

  “Why not?” I asked.

  “I just didn’t feel like it was worth committing to memory,” he said.

  His tone still held the same cocky coldness that made my blood boil. I kept myself calm, refusing to let my frustrations show. He was being rude, but he was still Ryan. I promised Bradley I would check in on him, so that’s what I was doing. If he wanted to be an arrogant dick, then fine.

  “So,” I said after the waitress took our order. “What do you want to do with your life? I mean, now that you’re a civilian again.”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I’m still adjusting to everything right now.”

  “Sure,” I said. “That makes sense, but there must be something you want to do? Something that interests you.”

  “I’ll figure it out,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Not worried about it yet.”

  “Shouldn’t you be?” I asked. Like him, my words weren’t meant as an insult, but he seemed to take them as such. His eyes flashed as he leaned back in the booth.

  “Well, not all of us can be vets, Jacqueline,” he said with a grimace.

  “Did I say you should be?” I snapped. “I just asked a question.”

  “And what prompted that question?” he demanded. “Your parents want to know what I’m doing now? Or did Bradley ask you to browbeat me into doing something productive?”

  “Neither,” I said. “It’s a natural question to ask, Ryan. You just left the military. Anyone would wonder what your plans are.”

  “Sure,” he scoffed. “Anyone.”

  “Fine,” I said, sighing. “Let’s talk about something else.”

  “Like what?” he asked as the waitress brought over our plates.

  I smiled at her gratefully and popped a fry in my mouth.

  “Well,” I said. “I just got this new patient on Friday. She’s a German shepherd, and she’s gorgeous. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful dog. But she has hip dysplasia so bad that she can barely walk sometimes. She’s only two, so it’s really weird.”

  “Seriously?” Ryan asked, interrupting me.

  “What? You wanted to talk about something else,” I said.

  “And that’s what you chose?” he asked, laugh
ing.

  I narrowed my eyes angrily. After just a short time, I was already fed up with his attitude. He was cocky and rude, just like he’d been as a teenager. As time passed, I let myself believe he was a good person underneath everything. Even when he was at his worst, he was still nice to me. I guess that was because I was a kid, and now he didn’t care. There was no obligation to be polite or kind in my presence.

  “This was a mistake,” I said softly. “Bradley wanted me to check in on you, but obviously that’s not what you want. I’m just going to go.”

  “What?” Ryan asked, blinking with surprise. “Why?”

  “Because you’re cocky, and you’re being an ass,” I said without hesitation. Being blunt was never my forte, but I couldn’t help it.

  “I’m not,” he began, but I cut him off with a look.

  “I’m not a kid anymore, Ryan,” I snapped. “I know we haven’t seen each other in years, but I really thought this would be nice. Catching up. Seeing you again. But it’s not.”

  With that, I stood up and left the diner. Ryan called out my name, but I didn’t bother turning around. My hamburger sat untouched on the table; my appetite suddenly gone. I stormed across the street until I reached my car.

  I glanced behind me to see if Ryan followed, but he was nowhere in sight. With a roll of my eyes, I unlocked my car and climbed behind the wheel. As I sat there, my anger slowly faded away and was replaced with a deep disappointment. My hopes for this afternoon had been high. I was nervous, but excited. I didn’t know what I expected from Ryan, but it wasn’t this.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Ryan

  My week dragged on torturously. After lunch with Jacqueline, I didn’t do anything for three full days. When she stormed out of the diner, I was surprised by how much of a drama queen she’d become. Just when I finally relaxed enough to talk to her normally, she flew off the handle. I couldn’t believe she would overreact like that. As I finished my burger, I thought about calling Bradley to tell him how crazy his sister was.

  As the week progressed, though, I realized Jacqueline may not have overreacted. I was a little gruff with her. Being in the military for so long hardened me. I was always cocky, arrogance was my most prominent trait, but I’d worsened over the years. My friends didn’t care because they were the same way. All SEALs had a cocky undertone when they spoke, but most of them could hide it around other people, especially girls. Me? I never saw the point. I wasn’t around anyone long enough for it to matter, and I never spent more than one night with a woman.

  Jacqueline was different. She was Bradley’s sister. I’d known her for years. I realized too late that I shouldn’t have popped off on her that way. She didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of my snarky comments. If anything, she deserved my best behavior.

  It was nice of her to come by and see me. Even if Bradley asked her to, she didn’t have to listen. She could have easily moved on with her life without giving me a second thought, but she didn’t. She came over.

  Thursday morning was slow. I went for a jog and took a long shower. When I got out, I realized how much of the day was left. I sighed and sat on the couch, just staring at my blank walls. This would have been the perfect day to call up a friend for lunch or drinks, but I didn’t have anyone in Richmond. The only person I knew was Jacqueline, and I’d successfully managed to piss her off already. As I thought that, I realized that I needed to fix things. Jacqueline was Bradley’s sister after all. I couldn’t let her hate me forever. Plus, it couldn’t hurt to have a friend in town.

  I grabbed my phone and looked up where the nearest animal shelter was. Once I found it, I threw on my shoes and hurried out to my car. I drove a few miles until I reached the place. It was tucked in the corner of an old shopping center.

  At first I worried it was closed. There didn’t appear to be any lights on inside, and only one car sat out front. With a frown, I parked and walked up to the front door. Peering inside, I saw movement behind the desk. I opened the door and was greeted by a loud bell.

  “Welcome,” a chipper voice said. I looked behind the counter and saw an older woman standing there with a wide smile on her face. “How can I help you today?”

  “Well,” I said, stepping forward. “I’m looking for a pet.”

  “We have those here,” she said, smiling. “What kind? Dog? Cat? Bird?”

  “You have birds?” I asked, surprised.

  She nodded. “We do. Do you like birds?”

  “Honestly, I’m not really an animal person,” I admitted.

  She frowned and leaned across the counter, eyeing me closely. I immediately felt self-conscious and wished I’d dressed better. This woman was old enough to be my grandmother. I felt like she was seconds away from scolding me.

  “Young man,” she said. “Why are you really here?”

  “Okay,” I said, sighing. “Listen, there’s this girl who I really pissed off. She’s a veterinarian, and I thought that I could … I don’t know, I thought if I showed up with a … You know what? Never mind. This was a shitty idea.”

  I turned to leave, shaking my head as I walked. I couldn’t believe my own stupidity. What was I thinking? I couldn’t take care of a pet. I could barely take care of myself most of the time.

  “Wait,” the woman called. I turned around slowly, waiting for her continue. “You like this girl?”

  “Not romantically,” I said quickly. “She’s my best friend’s little sister. He’d kill me if he knew I upset her. I’m just trying to make it right.”

  The woman smiled knowingly and nodded. Without a word, she motioned for me to follow her. She led me into the backroom where cages were lined up against the walls. I was shocked to see how many animals she had. There were dogs and cats and, sure enough, birds. Everywhere I looked, my eyes fell on a furry or feathery face.

  “This way,” she said. “I’m thinking a cat for you. If you don’t like animals that much, a cat would be perfect. They can pretty much care for themselves. As long as you feed them and provide a litter box, they’re good to go.”

  “That sounds perfect,” I said with a nod.

  “You don’t have to cuddle them,” she said. “But don’t you dare mistreat them. They’ll claw you to bits if you do.”

  “I won’t,” I said, laughing. “I don’t hate animals, you know. I just didn’t grow up with pets. Never had the chance to get one.”

  “That’s a shame,” she said, stopping in front of a cage. “Every child should have a pet.”

  “I guess,” I said. I looked at the cage behind her and saw a small, grey cat lying in a ball.

  “This is Bob,” the woman said. “He’s been here for years. He needs a home. What do you think?”

  Bob was pressed against the back wall of his cage with his eyes squeezed tightly closed. I crept closer to the cage and peered inside, inspecting him silently. When I put my hand on the cage, his eye shot open and locked on my face. He looked at me with a bored expression, meowed once, and then went back to sleep. I laughed and turned back to the woman.

  “I’ll take him,” I said.

  She smiled. “Great. Head back up front and I’ll get him ready for you.”

  I nodded and turned around. Walking back to the front of the shelter, I felt an odd sense of excitement wash over me. I’d never liked cats much, but Bob seemed okay. If anything, he would just lie around and leave me alone. To me, that was the perfect kind of pet.

  It was a few minutes before the older woman made her way back up front. She held a small cage in one hand with a folder in the other. She set the cage on the counter, and I saw Bob sleeping inside.

  “Here he is,” she said enthusiastically. “I just need you to sign some paperwork, and you’ll be good to go.”

  “Okay,” I said as she laid a sheet of paper and a pen in front of me. I signed the paper quickly and pulled out my wallet. “How much?”

  “He’s free,” she said with a wave of her hand. “We’ve had Bob for too long. If you’re wil
ling to take him, I won’t charge you.”

  “Really?” I asked, wondering what was wrong with him. “Why?”

  “I’m just happy he’s getting a good home,” she said.

  I nodded and picked up the cage. She smiled as I left, taking Bob and the paperwork with me. I’d already looked up Jacqueline’s vet clinic and knew exactly where it was. I drove for fifteen minutes before I found it. My hands were sweating when I pulled into the parking lot. As I walked inside, I felt ridiculous. My plan suddenly seemed insane.

  “Hi there,” a young receptionist said as I stepped into the waiting room.

  “Hi,” I said. “I’m here to get my cat checked out. I just adopted him this morning, so I want to make sure everything’s okay before I take him home.”

  “Sure.” The receptionist grinned. “What’s his name?”

  “Bob,” I said, slightly embarrassed.

  “Well hello to Bob,” she said. “Just take a seat, and I’ll let the doctor know you’re here.”

  “Thank you,” I said with a nod.

  I took Bob over to a free chair and sat down. As I looked at him inside the cage, I thought about letting him out, but I was afraid he might bolt. The last thing I needed was to chase my new cat all over Jacqueline’s clinic. Instead, I just held the cage in my lap and watched the door, waiting for it to open.

  When it did, Jacqueline stepped into the waiting room with a clipboard in her hands. She was looking down and didn’t see me at first.

  “All righty,” she called out. “Bob. Bob the cat?”

  “Right here,” I said, standing up and taking a few steps forward.

  Jacqueline finally looked up, and her eyes fell on my face. She looked from me to Bob’s cage with a confused expression. I stood there awkwardly, just waiting for her to say something. She didn’t. Instead, she jerked her head to the side, gesturing for me to follow her back. Together, we walked to the back, letting the waiting room door slam shut behind us.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Jacqueline

  Ryan followed me back to an exam room without a word. I could tell he was nervous when I saw him in the waiting room. I was shocked to see him, but I was more surprised to see him holding a cat. Ryan was never an animal person. In fact, I remembered him boldly stating that he hated cats when were kids. As we entered the exam room, I smiled to myself while Ryan set Bob’s cage on the table. I was fiddling with the papers on my clipboard to avoid looking at Ryan.