Page 34 of A Nanny for the Reclusive Billionaire

Rhys put his arm around his son, wrapping them both in the blanket. “No, I’m not going to yell at you. But we are going to have a long talk in the morning, once you’ve dried off, warmed up, and had a good night’s sleep.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” Oliver buried his head in Rhys’s chest, muffling his words.

“I know.” Rhys smoothed a hand over his son’s hair.

“Daddy?”

“Yes?”

Oliver lifted his head. “Thanks for rescuing me even though I was bad. I love you.”

“I love you, too, buddy.” Rhys swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. It had been a hell of a night, one he’d be reliving in his nightmares for weeks. But it had brought them to this point, so at least some good had come from all the pain. “I love you, too.”