Chapter 18: We Want Uncle Piano
Chapter 18
"Katherine, you sure you don’t mind?" Mathew asked again, fingers lightly drumming the steering wheel as he pulled out of the hotel parking lot.
Katherine quickly glanced at her phone and sighed. She was late. Checking the supplied materials for the hotel had taken her time that she didn’t know when the time passed. "I already said I don’t. Besides, you offered." She rolled her eyes. Mathew can be — sometimes.
Mathew chuckled lightly. "You’re acting like I dragged you into the car forcefully," slightly turning his head to her.
Katherine leaned back into the seat, her hand massaging the side of her head as she released a tired sigh. "I just hope the nanny doesn’t skin me alive with her nagging for being late," she laughed. "I didn’t give her a heads up that I’d be late."
"Before she does, I’ll take the blame. So she can roast me before you," he joked with his boyish charming grin.
Katherine rolled her eyes playfully. "Please don’t. The last thing I need is her thinking I stayed back flirting with my boss."
Mathew laughed, the sound light in the car between them. "Well, I don’t mind the flirting part," he winked. "But you stayed back being extremely professional, even when your boss asked if you wanted coffee and you immediately rejected like I offered you poison."
"Because I knew that ’coffee’ meant a full-blown conversation," she shot back with a grin. And it was true. From a single discussion, they would forget about the time and talk about everything yet nothing tangible.
When they pulled up in front of Katherine’s apartment, the nanny was already standing by the door, her arms folded against it as her lips pursed in a thin line.
"Uh oh," Mathew muttered.