Mrs. Olsen was slightly taken aback.
She then realized that if Keira hadn't left, he was actually just in time.
Taylor frowned. "He's here now. What's there to panic about?"
The nanny smiled awkwardly. "I was just a bit scared, that's all."
Isla snickered. "You're too timid. How intimidating can her husband be to scare you like that? Dad, Mom, let's go and see for ourselves."
She linked her arm through Jake's and followed behind Taylor and Mrs. Olsen toward the front door.
Once there, they all frowned upon seeing the man in front of them.
They saw a tall man standing there, wearing work clothes. He was dirty all over and covered in mud. His face was wiped clean, revealing delicate and deep features, but his hair was a mess. He had clearly just come off a construction site.
His eyes lit up slightly when he saw them. "Excuse me, is this Keira Olsen's home?"
