You’ve Seen His Face?

As Delilah walked into the house later that evening, she saw Jessica in the living room bent over her laptop as though she was studying.

"What are you up to?" Delilah asked, and Jessica raised her head.

"Hey, you're back. Welcome. I was just reading up stuff about nannying, you know, getting all the knowledge I need about my job," she explained and Delilah shook her head as she dropped on the couch opposite Jessica.

"Why do you need to study about caring for a little kid? Are they going to tell you how to wipe snot from their nose or wipe their cute little butts?" Delilah asked dryly and Jessica shook her head in amusement.

"The difference between you and every other person that does the same stuff you do is how much knowledge you have on the subject. How diverse your knowledge is. If I'm going to be a nanny, I plan to be the very best there is," Jessica said and Delilah nodded.

"Yeah. Sure. You're Jesse the Bookworm after all. Where is Blake, anyway? Is he in his bedroom?" Delilah asked, not bothering to hide the slight edge of impatience in her voice.

Jessica, lounged on the couch as she looked up and grinned. "Not yet. Missing your husband already?"

Delilah rolled her eyes. "Just wondering if I should take out my favorite wine and start celebrating that he's gone."

Jessica laughed, shaking her head. "I'm sure you don't mean that. You really should be good to him, you know? Soon it will be just you two in this place," Jessica reminded her, and Delilah frowned when it dawned on her that she would be alone in the house with Blake after Jessica leaves.

"Jess, you do not really plan on leaving your sister alone with a strange man, do you?" She asked and Jessica giggled.

"My grown up sister who scams men for a living? Sure, I plan on leaving. I'm sure if he was some wealthy guy whom you could dupe, you wouldn't mind being alone with him," Jessica said and Delilah scowled.

"Really, Jess? We are back to that?" She asked as she rose from her seat.

"Just saying," Jessica said and Delilah shook her head as she headed for her room.

"You're making dinner tonight, by the way," Jessica called after her.

"I'll freshen up and get to it," Delilah called back.

After freshening up, Delilah changed into more comfortable clothes and headed to the kitchen to get dinner ready.

While she was busy in the kitchen, Hunter returned, and when he saw Jessica in the living room, he opened his mouth to greet her but she shushed him and jerked her head to towards the kitchen for him to go surprise Delilah.

Hunter smiled at her, and as he headed for the kitchen, Jessica picked up her laptop and left for the bedroom, wanting to give them both space.

Delilah who was engrossed in chopping the vegetables, didn't notice Hunter as he stood by the doorway watching her.

Delilah hummed a tune under her breath and wiggled her body at intervals, making Hunter smile as he watched her.

This was a different aspect to Delilah that he was seeing once again. He never would have pegged her for the type to get her hand dirty with chores or cook, but here she was, feeling relaxed in her kitchen after a work day, fixing dinner.

When she finally turned and saw him standing there, she raised an eyebrow. "What are you staring at? Hope you're not getting any ideas. I'm not making dinner for you. It's my turn to cook hence I'm cooking," she said, and Hunter leaned against the doorframe, a lazy smile on his face.

"What if I'm getting ideas? What are you going to do about it?" He asked, and just then Delilah remembered that she needed to get his picture.

"Hold on. Don't move," she ordered, and Hunter arched a brow as he watched her pick up her phone.

She quickly opened her camera and took a phot of him, making him frown since he didn't like taking pictures, "What was that for?"

"Since you refused to send me the so-called pictures we took, I figured I should get one of you on my phone. Who knows? I might need it some day," she said with a shrug as she tucked her phone into the pocket of her short gathered all the ingredients together.

"What took you so long, anyway? Did you get a job?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Why? Were you missing me already? Is that why you needed a picture of me? Something to look at while I'm away?" He asked, and she snorted.

"You're one of a kind delusional. Wake up from your dream," she said as she walked on the cooker and set the saucepan on it.

Hunter approached the kitchen island and placed a couple of bills on it. "That's for my bed and meal for the day," he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

Delilah glanced at the money, then at him, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "What kind of work did you do? You didn't steal it, did you?" She asked and he smirked.

"What if I did?"

Delilah rolled her eyes, "Why do you always answer my questions with ridiculous questions?"

"Because that seems to be the only way I can have a proper conversation with you," he said and Delilah snorted.

"Is this your idea of a proper conversation?" She asked, and he shrugged.

"What's your idea of a proper conversation? Tell me, and let's have it. Conversation over dinner in a deluxe restaurant?" He asked and she sighed.

"Anyway, I've been thinking," she began, her tone shifting to serious. "I have an idea."

Hunter's curiosity was piqued. "What idea?"

Delilah leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. "I think there is a way you can make yourself more useful to me. That way, you won't have to pay me daily for food or bed."

Hunter raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly do you want me to do?"

"Did you mean it when you said you know Hunter Quinn? You've seen his face?" She asked, and Hunter nodded.

"Yeah. Countless times," he said, since it was true and he was always seeing his face in the mirror.

She smiled, a plan forming in her mind. "I think we should team up. Help me get Hunter Quinn, and in return you can stay here for six months. Also, when this is over, I will reward you handsomely- enough to change your life. What do you say to partnering with me?"