Alex told her to come in after her firm knock on the door, and she stood aggressively in front of his desk, refusing his offer to sit down. She didn’t intend feeling at a disadvantage by sitting across from him like some naughty schoolgirl!
‘You engaged a nanny—–’
‘Nurse,’ he corrected calmly. ‘Courtney is with her now?’ He raised dark brows enquiringly.
She nodded abruptly. ‘He’s been fed, and is now fast asleep in his crib. I checked on him before lunch,’ she explained.
‘I believe Mrs Ford is very capable,’ he nodded.
‘And I believe I told you I didn’t want Courtney to have a nanny—–’
‘Mrs Ford is a nurse,’ he repeated, sitting back, his eyes narrowed as if for battle.
‘Nanny, nurse, it’s all the same!’ she said heatedly.
Cool grey eyes raked over her disdainfully. ‘Courtney is a premature baby, he was born in unusual circumstances. The doctors only agreed to him coming home with us today on the understanding that an experienced nurse be engaged to monitor his progress for a few weeks.’
‘Oh.’
‘Indeed,’ he drawled at her discomfort.
Angry colour flared in her cheeks. ‘You could have told me that, damn you! You didn’t say a damned word on the drive to the hospital, or on the way back.’
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