I let out a frightened shriek and immediately felt my cheeks flood with color. “Eric?! What are you doing here?” I didn’t just mean here, in the garage, I meant on the Calhoun estate. But I especially meant in the garage, just feet away from me. He grinned as I clutched my hand against my chest, pressing it against my thundering heart. “Working,” he said. He held up a pair of gardening sheers. I immediately noticed that his tee shirt had the name of our lawn care company on it. “You got a new job already? That’s great,” I said. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It’s not bad. I like this a whole lot more than the country club gig. So, this is the family you work for?” “Well…,” I faded off realizing I’d never bothered to clear up his assumption that I was the nanny. “My boss, Tom, said these people are totally loaded.
