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married Nicolas, of course.

Iā€™d miss these new friends. So, so, much. It was clear, I was going to have to resign. I couldnā€™t stay in a situation where I wasnā€™t wanted. I certainly didnā€™t want to be fired, if thatā€™s what he was getting ready to do. Besides, I needed to be available if any of the firms Iā€™d contacted wanted me to come in and interview. I couldnā€™t really ask them to wait while I hopped off a boat in the South of France. Jesus, my mom was right. I should have stayed. It was too late for that, but I needed to go home now. Dauphine was going to her grandmotherā€™s anyway. It was perfect timing.

ā€œAll right,ā€ said Andrea with an eye roll. ā€œEnough, Rod. Josie, we were discussing getting off the boat later. What do you think, do you want to join us? We might take a wander along the port and wind up in the town. Itā€™s gorgeous. Maybe you and I can pop into a few boutiques since they stay open so late. We can meet the guys for a coffee later.ā€

Weā€™d docked in St. Tropez just before dinner. It should have excited me, as Iā€™d finally have a chance to get off the boat onto solid ground and explore the town Iā€™d heard so much about. But now it was probably the place Iā€™d be leaving from.

ā€œAll right, so no answer from Josie then,ā€ Rod said.

I took a breath. ā€œGod, sorry. I-I think Iā€™ll stay on board. Iā€™m not feeling that great.ā€ I couldnā€™t face going out with everyone and having to pretend I was happy and not about to leave. Plus, I needed to write a resignation letter, pack, and make arrangements to leave.

My breath hitched as I fought back an almost hysterical laugh mixed with wanting to wail.

Andrea reached across the table and squeezed my wrist. ā€œItā€™s going to be okay.ā€

Blood rushed to my cheeks that sheā€™d draw attention to me in front of everyone when I was feeling so raw.

ā€œWhat is it?ā€ asked Chef.

ā€œYeah, whatā€™s wrong, sweetheart?ā€ Rod said simultaneously.

Andrea gave me a quick look and then turned to the others. ā€œDoes anyone here have a complaint about Josie theyā€™d like to share with the group? All of you have told me to my face you think sheā€™s great. So can someone,ā€ she looked pointedly at Evan, ā€œtell me why Mr. P said heā€™s looking for another nanny?ā€

ā€œWhat?ā€ Rod exploded. ā€œThatā€™s ridiculous.ā€

ā€œAhh, fuck,ā€ growled Evan and stood. He flung his napkin down on his unfinished food, making Chef flinch. ā€œBloody fool.ā€

Evan and Chef then shared a look.

ā€œWhat?ā€ I asked. ā€œWhatā€™s going on?ā€

Chef chuckled and shook his head.

ā€œFor the love of God,ā€ Andrea complained. ā€œEvan?ā€

ā€œItā€™s nothing,ā€ he said. ā€œRelax, Josie. Iā€™ll get it sorted out.ā€

ā€œThereā€™s nothing to sort out,ā€ I said. ā€œIā€™m definitely not staying where Iā€™m not wanted or needed. This is probably my last night.ā€

Chapter Twenty-Six

Evan didnā€™t return before dinner was cleared. Back in my cabin, it took less than twenty-five minutes to pack my belongings. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was almost Dauphineā€™s bedtime. I nibbled the corner of my thumbnail as I debated what to do. Should I go and find her? It was my night off, but if I left tomorrow, I wouldnā€™t see her. I checked my emails on my phone for something new from Tabitha. Or a response to any of my job applications. There was nothing. I opened the text from Meredith that I hadnā€™t had a chance to look at yet.

Mer: I found out what coo means. I think he said ā€œcul.ā€ Itā€™s pronounced a similar way, and I bumped into that French lady at Armandā€™s so I asked her too.

And? What does it mean?

Mer: it means ā€˜ass.ā€™

Ass? As in butt?

Mer: Yep. He was talking about your ass. Iā€™m sure of it.

About getting rid of it? Like fire her ass.

Mer: Maybe. *Cringe emoji* Sorry. Did he do it? Did he ask you to leave? Tabs said he might but not why.

Andrea appeared at my open door. Sheā€™d put on some make up and wore a soft blue sundress and sparkly flip-flops. Out of her starched, white yacht uniform, she looked so much prettier. Beautiful, even.

ā€œHey,ā€ she said softly. ā€œYou okay?ā€

ā€œNot really. But thereā€™s not much I can do about it. Not sure what Evan was on about, but trust meā€”I donā€™t want to hang around to be fired. Iā€™ll draft my resignation letter in the morning. You look stunning, by the way.ā€

ā€œThank you.ā€ She looked around. ā€œYou packed.ā€

ā€œIā€™m leaving first thing tomorrow,ā€ I answered by way of explanation. ā€œThis is where I came on the boat, this can be where I leave it.ā€

ā€œI canā€™t believe he didnā€™t discuss it with me. Or Evan. Though he may have sent an email, but I didnā€™t get it. The Wi-Fi has been on the fritz. We havenā€™t been able to send or receive email for the last several hours.ā€

I breathed out a sigh. ā€œOh. I was waiting to hear from Tabithaā€”she owns the agency. She was going to call him.ā€

ā€œWhy donā€™t you come out with us? Thereā€™s no point staying on board.ā€

ā€œIā€™m not really in the best mental place.ā€

ā€œCome on. Your mental state the best reason to come out. You havenā€™t even had a night out since you started. You must be stir crazy.ā€

ā€œYou have no idea.ā€

ā€œYou need one. Besides, it could be your last night.ā€

ā€œIt is my last night.ā€ I felt my resolve caving.

ā€œWell then.ā€

Looking around, I realized I would have to stay holed up in here all evening and probably wouldnā€™t sleep a wink come bedtime. And I certainly wouldnā€™t be visiting the top deck. God knew, I didnā€™t want to be anywhere else on the boat and bump into Xavier Pascale when he couldnā€™t stand the sight of me and I made him so uncomfortable. ā€œIf I come with you, any chance you wonā€™t judge me if I decide to have a few or hundred drinks.ā€ Even as I said

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