“An honor to finally meet you in person,” he said warmly.

Trevor stiffened.

“Oh—this is Vanessa,” he interjected quickly. “She’s the nanny for my nieces. Helping with family logistics tonight.”

The word nanny dropped heavily.

Vanessa held Callahan’s gaze.

No surprise there. Only calculation.

“The nanny,” Callahan repeated slowly.

Vanessa gave the slightest shake of her head.

Not yet.

“A pleasure,” Callahan adjusted smoothly. “Managing Trevor must be demanding.”

“I handle burdens efficiently,” Vanessa replied evenly.

Trevor laughed, missing everything.

Invisible.
Exactly how he preferred her.

The Wine

“Still alone?”

Brianna Reed appeared like a spark near gasoline. Scarlet dress. Sharp smile.

“White satin?” she smirked. “Brave choice.”

Trevor returned, flushed with self-satisfaction.

“This night is perfect,” he declared.

“Perfect,” Brianna echoed.

Her wrist tilted.

Red wine cascaded slowly down Vanessa’s chest.

Gasps rippled.

“Oh no,” Brianna said theatrically.

Trevor’s jaw tightened—not in defense, but annoyance.

“Vanessa. Clean it up.”

He handed her napkins.

“Since you’re the help,” Brianna whispered sweetly, “wipe the floor too.”

Vanessa looked at her husband.

Waiting.

One word.

None came.