The next morning, before he’d shaved or had breakfast, Matt called and booked the nanny he’d described to his mother the night before. Mrs. Wallenberg was available and when he’d met her, she’d seemed competent and kind. And she didn’t mind agreeing to head home on those days or nights when Matt didn’t need her.
He popped into Sophie’s room to make sure she was up and ready for day care.
Not only was Sophie dressed, she was studiously typing at her computer. One finger at a time.
“Butterfly project?” he asked as he kissed the top of her head.
“Better than that. I signed up for the summer camps at the ranch. All of them. Isn’t that great?”
Matt scooted her out of her chair and sat at her tiny desk. On the screen was a PayPal confirmation for the camps.
“I guessed your password, Dad. Shortstop—what a lame password. Grandma said that anybody could guess it.”
“Grandma helped you with this?”
“She just did the parts I couldn’t figure out. She’s good with computers, did you know that?”
His mother was good with many things, but her helping Sophie like this surprised him. And running into Alana all summer would make his resolve not to pursue her that much harder.
“You can’t go to all those camps at the ranch, Sophie, it’s too much. What about the horseback riding camp and the kayaking camps we visited?”
Sophie plunked down on her bed and crossed her arms. “You said you wanted me to go to camp and these are the camps I want to go to. You said.”
That was Sophie’s code phrase for reminding him that he’d promised her something and that she expected him to be true to his word. In the future he’d have to be more specific.
He read over the confirmation. Way more specific.