Holiday Hire (Audiobook)

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Narrated by: Teddy Hamilton and Stephanie Nemeth Parker

I step over to the white plastic sheet. We spent hours painting a huge turkey on it, along with red, blue, yellow, and green dots. I ask, "Who wants to play Turkey Twister?"

The kids all run to the edge of the sheet, and the adults follow.

Alexander states, "I was the master at Twister."

I arch my eyebrows. "Were you?"

He nods. "Yep! I could beat all my siblings."

"Why don't you play, then?"

"You want me to play?"

"Yeah."

"The games are for the kids."

"Who said adults can't play?"

"Let's have the kids play first and then adults," Evelyn suggests.

We agree. After several games and tons of laughs, the kids finally have enough. At one point, all of them win, and all get prizes.

Alexander looks at me. "Ready to see how this is done?"

I smirk. "Who says you'll beat me?"

"Guess we'll find out," he says in challenge.

I tease, "Should I be scared?"

He grins. "We'll see." He takes his cowboy hat off and sets it on the picnic table. He grabs my hand and pulls me in front of the game, adding, "Don't chicken out now, Miss Nanny."

I hold in my laugh. He's never called me that before. I realize how much I like the relaxed side of Alexander. He hasn't shown me it until now.

Paisley grabs the spinning wheel that we made. She flicks it, calling out, "Blue."

Alexander puts his left foot on a blue dot. I put my right foot on one.

Isabella takes a turn and spins. She chirps, "Red." We both put a hand on red.

The kids all take turns spinning and calling out colors until our bodies are twisted, and I end up underneath Alexander.

"You're going down, nanny," he taunts, reaching over me and moving his hand to the green.

"You wish!"

"Yellow!" Jacob Jr. yells.

I move my hand, and Alexander moves his leg over my torso so his body is in a V over me. His T-shirt falls toward his neck, revealing his six-pack…and another surprise.

My pulse pounds between my ears. I stare at the ink trailing over the right side of the V of his torso. A rope twists between the letters s, t, a, l, l, i, and o.

What word is that?

"Red!" Isabella orders.

He moves his leg, and I adjust my foot over a row. I stare at his tattoo, then blurt out, "Stallion!"

His body tenses, which makes his abs even more appealing.

"Yellow!" Ace says.

We try to adjust our bodies, but we end up falling. He lands over me, catching his body weight so he doesn't crush me. His face and hot breath come inches from mine. Heat flares in his expression and his gaze darts to my lips.

I inhale sharply.

He slowly redirects his eyes to mine.

Snap out of it.

"You tattooed the word stallion on your V?"

His heated look morphs to one of mortification, and he once again tenses up.

Willow teases, "He didn't tell you about his tattoo?"

Ava smirks, adding, “It’s his pride and joy!”

He groans, then snaps, "Quiet, Willow," before he carefully rolls off me.

I get off the ground and repeat, "You tattooed the word stallion on your stomach? Is that your favorite horse?"

The Cartwright siblings erupt into laughter.

"What am I missing here?" I question.

Alexander's face reddens. He declares, "It was a long time ago. I was young."