"I could have you arrested for kidnapping!"
"Good afternoon to you, too, Mr. Worthington," Amanda replied coolly.
"Where's my son?" Chase demanded. "And what the hell did you think you were doing, snatching him away from his nanny?"
Amanda shrugged, trying to appear calm. Chase wasn't exaggerating--technically she had kidnapped the child.
"Don't you at least want to see Nicky first? He's in the bedroom. I promise I won't disappear."
Chase scowled, then strode toward the bedroom.
"By the way," Amanda called, "there's a very good children's medical guide next to the bed. You might want to read the section on chicken pox." She turned and smiled grimly at Nicky's nanny. "Make yourself comfortable--he may be a while. It's a long section."