Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 77

"Not bad," she says. "I'm not going to graduate in four years, but I'm totally fine with that. I’m 22, so I have plenty of time. I just want to make sure that I get some kind of degree. We do have a part-time nanny sometimes during the school year, just in case Lincoln doesn't make it home in time to grab the baby when I'm going to class and to make sure that I have time to work on homework, but otherwise we've been taking care of Jacky all on our own."

"Aren't you exhausted? Babies don't sleep through the night."

"Lincoln takes care of night feedings," Camilla confesses.

"Damn, girl!" I whistle. "Must be nice."

"It is. He is," she says.

"You picked the right man," I say. "I don't know how many men who would do that."

"He's special," Camilla says. "But enough about me. Tell me about your job."

"I'm taking care of Danny, like I said. And it's been pretty good. I mean, the commute is pretty fast."

"He lives next door to you," Camilla says. "So of course."

"Right, so, I try to keep Danny quiet during conference calls and stuff, but he's a big crier."

"The recipe should help," she says. "And if it doesn't, there might be more tricks in my bag. You poor thing, you didn't even go through parenting class."

"I haven't," I say, a little dazed. Of course she had more information than I do. I've been flying blind. I make a mental note to talk to Jeff about any parent

ing materials he has tucked away.

Camilla's phone rings. "Hello?" She waits for a minute. "Yeah." Another pause. "Sure, honey. I'll make sure to set the table for a few more." She waits again. "Bye."

She puts the phone down. "My husband is going to bring 2 people home for dinner."

"That's cool. I should go..."

"No, you can stay. I would love to gossip. I'm just going to make broccoli quiche so that I don't have to do much."

"Cool," I say. And I go and lean against the kitchen counter as Camilla buzzes around the kitchen.

"Why don't you guys have a housekeeper?"

Camilla tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, Lincoln used to have one."

"And?"

"And she didn't approve of our relationship."

"I'm sure you could afford to get another one." "We could, but that's not the point. We will eventually, but right now I'm home during the day and I love to cook."