Chapter 51
TYLER
Frenchie is a piece of work.There’s no other way to put it.
I don’t know how long Lucy would have lasted, working for that woman.
She had a heads up I was coming, thanks to Petal, but when we finally meet, she’s all over me, fawning, running her hands up and down my arms, and squeezing my biceps.
I’ve been around some aggressive women before, but I can’t say I’ve met one who throws herself at me right in front of her husband.
All I want to do is leave and bring Lucy back to my hotel.
“So, this is your boyfriend, Lucy? I had no idea,” she croons.
Instead of saving me, Lucy hangs back, trying not to laugh.
Because, of course.
“Hey Frenchie, I have something to talk to you about,” Lucy says. “I’ve decided to return to the US.”
Frenchie’s jaw drops open and her hand flies to her chest like she’s just received the worst news imaginable.
“You… what? You’re leaving Paris? But you have such a good set up here. I mean, look around you. How many nannies do you think live like this?”
Good lord, this woman.
“Frenchie, I so appreciate everything you’ve done for me. Tyler will head back but I’ll stay another week and help you line up someone new.”
Frenchie’s lips tighten into a thin line, and she narrows her eyes at Lucy. “Fine. Whatever. Take all your stuff and just leave now. You don’t have to give notice. We’ll be fine. You know how many girls are just dying for a position like yours? I must have talked to a dozen of them before I settled on you, and even then I was just doing Petal Parker a favor. Something about a broken heart, I think she told me.”
Lucy gets to her feet. “Okay then. It will just take me a few minutes to get my things together. Will you help me, Tyler?”
While I am following Lucy across the living room, Frenchie calls after her. “You know, the children didn’t like you anyway.”