A Highland Summer: The Billionaire's Nanny (A BWWM Billionaire Contemporary Romance) by Imani King Page A

greeted Cameron with enthusiasm as she always did but she was met with the same flat response I'd experienced on the helipad.
    "Are you hungry? How about some toast and Marmite - it's your favorite!"
    We both watched Cameron nod silently and exchanged a look of concern over her head as she sat down at the table. She ate her toast quietly and said she wanted to go to her bedroom, which was not a normal request from a child who had a keen loathing of bedtime.
    "Cameron, are you alright little one?"
    Mrs. Clyde was bending down to the child and holding the back of her hand flat against her forehead.
    "Please," Cameron finally spoke up in a small, quavering voice. "I want to go to bed Miss Robinson."
    So I took her up to her room and gave her a bath, something she usually loved. That night she just lay passively in the water waiting for me to wash her hair and then headed straight for her bed as soon as her pajamas were on. What the hell? I was about to go downstairs and ask Mrs. Clyde to call Diane and ask if Cameron had been OK over the weekend but there was a sudden sharp retching noise and I jerked my head around just in time to see Cameron racing back to the bathroom with her hand over her mouth. I ran after her, pulling her hair back and holding it out of the way as she threw up violently in the toilet. When she was finished I wet a facecloth and wiped her mouth with it and offered her a glass of water to wash her mouth out.
    "Cameron? What's wrong? Did something happen in London?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm even as anger started to rise up in the pit of my stomach. Because of course something happened in London. Four year olds don't randomly transform into fearful zombies after a happy - or, what should be happy - weekend with family.
    For a second I could see Cameron wrestling with herself. She leaned into me and seemed just about ready to let me pick her up and carry her back to bed but she pulled away at the last minute. I leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead but she still wouldn't meet my eyes.
    "Cameron you know where the button is," I told her - she had a little contraption with a button on it that she could press that would send an alert to my phone if she woke up during the night frightened or sick - "if you're scared or you don't feel well you can just press it and I'll come and check on you, OK?"
    "OK, Miss Robinson."
    Cameron stayed firmly in her shell for the next couple of days, barely eating a thing and mostly refusing to interact with anyone, including me, beyond one-word answers to direct questions. I left a couple of messages on Darach's phone letting him know what was going on and suggesting either I or Mrs. Clyde take the girl to a doctor and maybe, hopefully, get a referral to a child psychologist. He gave me the go-ahead and I booked her an appointment with her regular doctor at the end of the week.
    She cracked the day before the appointment, though. At 6 a.m. the little chime on my phone went off indicating that Cameron had pressed the button. I rushed to her room and found her sobbing and retching in bed. The only reason she hadn't thrown up all over herself was because there was nothing in her belly after she refused dinner the night before.
    "OK, Cameron," I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulder, unsure what level of comfort she was ready to accept, "OK. It's OK. Did you have a nightmare?"
    Instead of answering she looked up at me with her big, round eyes and whispered her own question:
    "Is Daddy going to die, Miss Robinson?"
    It took me a moment to let her words sink in and even then I couldn't quite keep the shock out of my voice. But a dam had broken inside Cameron and it all came spilling out.
    "Mummy said Daddy is going to die. Mummy said you are going to die and that I'll have to go and live in London with her."
    I looked down at my phone, still in my hand, and had an idea. I used to record my lecture classes and the recording app was still installed. I