The Bully's Nanny - The Nannies

She’d been a quiet kid. He’d grown up with her. They’d never been close. She’d always been in the same year as him, and their classes were the same. She hung out in the front, he in the back. He used to throw balls of paper at her. Damn, he was a piece of work. There was a time in preschool he’d even hit her with a book because she’d been showing the book more attention than him.

Damn it.

Not once while he was being mean did he really think about what he was doing. He’d simply reacted, and now he was living with the consequences. What would he do if someone treated his daughter the way he’d done to Callie?

He couldn’t think about it. Not now. Not ever. He wouldn’t let it happen.

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Callie waved at Callum, Leah, and Meghan as they drove away. Meghan looked really excited about going to her uncle’s and had talked nonstop about it.

After closing the door, she picked up a couple of Meghan’s toys and took them upstairs to her room.

Drew wasn’t home. Callum had let her know he’d been dealing with a couple of last-minute problems and would be home as soon as he finished. She hoped he didn’t return until after she’d gone to bed. This was their first time alone. She wasn’t afraid of him or anything. Just nervous.

The tension between them had been mounting.

She didn’t know if she was going crazy imagining something that wasn’t really there, or the only one to feel it. Drew never made any inappropriate moves or said anything to give her cause for concern.

She walked back downstairs and paused as the door opened. Drew entered as she came to the bottom.

“Callum already came to pick up Meghan.”

“I bet she was excited,” he said.

“Yep. She packed two bags to go for an overnight stay.” She laughed. No matter what she tried to say to Meghan about it being one night, the young girl knew her own mind and what she wanted. Who was she to refuse? “How are you?” she asked.

“It has been a long day. I need something to eat.”

“I’ll go and serve you up.”

“Actually, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Okay.” She walked into the kitchen and pulled out the pasta casserole she’d been keeping warm. It was only a small casserole and she’d eaten her portion.

“I don’t want you taking Meghan to the park anymore.”

Of all the statements he could make, that hadn’t been the one she’d been expecting.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I don’t want her there. It’s not safe.”

She paused in serving him up. “How is it not safe? I was there.”

“And clearly you weren’t keeping an eye on her if you allowed a boy to bully her.”

“The boy didn’t bully her. Meghan got up and she came over to me. I was going to talk to the boy’s parent, but she asked me not to.”

“And you take your orders from a four-year-old?”

“Yes, I’m a nanny.”

“Wrong. I’m your boss. You take your orders from me. You will not take my daughter to the park anymore. There’s no way I will allow her to be bullied.”

She couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing. “Seriously, you’re going to get defensive because your daughter encountered a bully? Do you even know what she did to retaliate?”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, tough, because seeing as I’m still dealing with a type of bully right now, I’ll tell you. She walked right up to that boy, and she climbed the ropes, proving to him that he couldn’t push her down. He could tell her she couldn’t do anything, but with her head held high, she proved to him that she damn well could. You don’t have to back down from bullies, nor do you hide from them. You prove what they say and what they do mean nothing to you.”

“Is that what you’re trying to tell me now? Huh, I mean nothing to you?”

“What’s it like, Drew? One day you’re going to have to realize there are going to be guys just like you, only this time, your daughter could be the target. How does that feel?” Callie asked.

He stepped around the counter, advancing toward her.

She took a step back until she hit the wall, hindering her escape. What was she doing? This wasn’t professional. This was her past clouding her judgment. Pissing her off. She shouldn’t even be allowing it to get in the way, but she was.

She hated it. Fuck.

Drew slammed his arms down on either side of her head. “And what if my girl is the next Tilly, and it’s someone like you that she picks on? What then?”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah, well, let me keep up with the tradition.” Before she knew what the hell was going on, his fingers were in her hair, he pulled the strands back, and his lips were on hers.