All Chapters of Babysitting The CEO's Daughter : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The room cost sixty dollars a night and had a window that faced the water.That was why I chose it. Not the price, not the distance from the city, not the fact that the woman at the front desk had asked no questions and handed me a key with the indifferent efficiency of someone who had seen enough people arrive at odd hours with one bag to have stopped wondering about the stories. The window. The water outside it, grey and constant and entirely unbothered by anything happening on the shore, and I needed something unbothered near me for a while.I had been here four days.My mother knew I was here. I had called her from the car on the way and

Fletcher's POVLoise's fever broke at two in the morning.I was in the chair beside her bed when it happened, watching the monitor the way she had watched it for Nicole, counting the numbers with the focused attention of someone who had decided that counting was the thing they could do and was doing it completely. When the numbers shifted and the nurse came in and checked and looked at me with the expression that meant: we're moving in the right direction, I sat back in the chair and felt something in my chest release that I hadn't fully registered was being held.She was going to be fine.

Flether's POVI was in the study at eleven at night when the tracker found her.Not because I had been watching it. I had the app open in the background the way you kept a window open in a room you weren't in, just in case, and I was going through the Harrington legal response with my reading glasses on and a cold cup of coffee beside me when the notification pushed everything off the screen.Device active. Location acquired.I took my glasses off.I looked

The morning of the fourth day I found my mother's photograph.Not lost exactly — I knew it was in my wallet, had always known, had put it there myself sometime in the first year after the accident when I was rebuilding the texture of my life from the outside in and had decided that having her face accessible was a form of anchor. But I hadn't looked at it properly in months, the way you stopped seeing things that were always present, and on the fourth morning when I was going through my wallet looking for the receipt from the small shop down the road I pulled it out and held it in both hands and looked at it for a long time.The fairground, she had told me once. Summer, when I was around ten. She had won something at one of the stalls, something small and plastic that I couldn't see in the photograph, and she was laughing with her whole face, the kind of laughing that closed your eyes and opened your mouth and made your shoulders shake, the kind that had nothing performed about it, ju

 He didn't go down.That was the first thing. The bullet hit him and he made that sound, low and sharp, and I watched his body absorb it and I watched him stay upright and keep moving and I stood behind the pier support with my heart in my mouth thinking: he should be on the ground, why is he not on the ground.He was not on the ground because he was Fletcher Jade and Fletcher Jade had apparently decided that the ground was not an option right now and his body had agreed to comply.His security had Daniel's remaining men contained in under