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“Hey Juliet.” I opened the door of the daycare. “Sorry I’m late.”

I stood there expecting Juliet on her table doing her paperwork but there was a man- not a boy. They were talking and Payton was on the chair, playing with a toy car.

“Kate!” she pushed herself off the chair and rushed to me, wrapping her short arms over my legs.

When she finally pulled away, I bent down on her level and ruffled her hair, messing it up slightly as she gave me a toothy grin. Her eyes were red, like she had been crying.

“Well hello to you to Payton.” I smiled. “Have you been crying?”

She gave a tiny nod before giving me another hug.

“Mr. Moore, since she already is here, you ask.” Juliet said suddenly, making me curious.

“What is it?” I asked standing up, holding Payton’s hand.

“Mr. Moore here, Payton’s dad” Juliet began as if waiting for Mr. Moore to continue.

“Kate, right?” Mr. Moore said and I nodded. “I was wondering of you do babysitting services? To baby-sit Payton while I go out? Just for now? She has been begging for you.”

I looked down at Payton who just nodded her head and said “Please?”

“You don’t even have to stay long. My friend will be babysitting her around nine or ten.” Mr. Moore stated quickly. “And I’ll pay, don’t worry.”

I bit my bottom lip, hesitating as paranoia came to me once again. Pedophiles. Yup, my pedophilic paranoia comes back again. Did you miss it? I certainly didn’t. But, his friend will be taking over.

I really need to stop being paranoid.

“Won’t be that long, right?” I muttered.

“Yes.”

“Why couldn’t your friend baby-sit?”

“He had something to do until late night.”

“Please Kate?” Payton looked at me, pouting. “Please with cherry on top?”

“Alright.” I sighed. Don’t get me wrong, I like Payton but my mom is going to kill me for cutting classes and going out late just to baby-sit. If she knew I cut class. “Can you text me the address Juliet?”

“Sure thing.” She smiled and snatched her phone from the desk. “Oh and Kate, you can go home now since you’ll be working over the hours later. Good luck.”

After a few seconds I felt my phone vibrate and I opened it. It was the address from Juliet. “Thanks.”

Payton smiled at me before she left with her father and out of the daycare.

“She likes you a lot you know.” Juliet spoke up.

“Payton?” I clarified, turning to her. “She’s a great girl.”

“And apparently the daddy is hot.” She remarked with a smirk.

“Juliet!” my eyes widened, afraid that he was just outside, eavesdropping. “He’s married and a father!”

“Doesn’t mean he’s divorced or whatnot.” She wagged her eyebrows. “I don’t mind taking care of Payton and as you say, she’s a great child.”

I laughed along with as she said these. Payton’s dad was good looking no doubt. He wasn’t those creepy bald and big belly people. He was well built (proven by how his muscles were enveloped by his black suit) and his skin was smooth, not a trace of zits or acne marks.

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