“Well, I gathered that,” he said. “I’m not deaf and blind to the gossip mill. I know she had a kid and I can count.”

“Yes, well, that kid happens to be your daughter.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he said, the idea seeming far too ridiculous to even contemplate. “Are you her lawyer? Are you trying to get me to pay some sort of alimony?”

“No, Mr. Benson, I’m not an attorney. I’m your daughter’s nanny.” She lifted her hand and ...