I Hired My Favorite Stripper to Be My Nanny
“That was impressive.”
I nodded once.
“You don’t mess around,” another added, grinning. “Didn’t even slow down when the kid fell. That’s determination.”
I didn’t answer immediately. My gaze had drifted past them, past the tents and bleachers, past the clusters of parents and children celebrating small victories. Nico stood near the awards table, with the silver trophy clutched in both hands like it might vanish if he loosened his grip. He was beaming, his cheeks flushed, his eyes were too bright. He lifted the trophy again, waving it clumsily at no one in particular.
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