Page 63 of A Nanny for the Reclusive Billionaire

Like this time.

He’d been an idiot. Let fear run his life. It had almost cost him his relationship with Oliver. Would have, if Mallory hadn’t come along to shake things up. And now it had cost him her.

He should have taken more time to listen to her, to try to understand where she was coming from. Why had he been so quick to dismiss her concerns? Valid concerns based on her own painful history.

Cancer. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how hard it must have been for her to go through that as a teenager. It had been rough on his mother, and she was an adult. Mallory wasn’t just bright and beautiful. She was brave, too.

He’d be lying if he said the thought of loving someone with Mallory’s medical track record didn’t scare the shit out of him. But he was more frightened by the prospect of not having her in his life at all than he was of losing her.

Rhys looked over at his son, still wrapped up in his artwork. The kid was right. Someone needed to apologize to Mallory. But it wasn’t Oliver.

“All done.” Oliver held up his drawing.

“Great job, buddy.” Rhys took it from him and placed it safely in the center of the table. Then he picked up his son and stood. “Now back to bed.”

“Can we send it to Mallory in the morning?” Oliver asked, winding his arms around Rhys’s neck and pressing his face into his chest.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Rhys laid his son down on the bed and pulled the covers up to his chin. Drastic times called for even more drastic measures, and there was only one way he could think of to make Mallory listen to him after how he’d treated her.

“Why don’t we give it to her in person?”