“My mentor just wants to put my mind at ease. He’s getting on in years—do you really think I’d let him babysit for me? I’d be the worst kind of student if I did that.”
“Just sign Niki up for that advanced math camp this summer. Problem solved.”
“That’s not quite right,” Gian said, walking over to the car and pulling open the door. He slid into the driver’s seat. “Honestly, my mentor has always been fond of kids. His own son’s about our age—still single, working in the military. The poor man’s getting older and still hasn’t had the chance to be a grandfather.”
He started the engine. “Out of all his students, you’re the only one with a child. Believe me, he’s got his reasons for wanting to spend time with Niki. He’s taken a real liking to her.”
“So don’t turn him down, okay? You’d break his heart.”
Danielle buckled herself into the passenger seat. “Is that really what’s going on?”
She grew quiet, lost in thought. “Summer break’s almost here. I’ll think about it.”
Once summer started, she’d be swamped with work, and figuring out who’d pick Niki up from school would become a real headache.
She’d planned to keep her daughter by her side.
Her mother was already run ragged by the SoarCorp mess—Danielle didn’t want to burden her any further.
But when she looked around, there really wasn’t anyone she trusted to watch over Niki.
Gian seemed to sense what she was thinking.
“All my mentor’s old friends have grandkids already. They love to rub it in. If you let him look after Niki, you’d really make his day.”
“Niki’s bright. Being around the professor, who knows—maybe she’ll end up following in your footsteps, and outshine you someday.”
He’d already noticed it: Niki’s memory was extraordinary—almost photographic.
She’d inherited the best of both her parents.
“I just don’t want to trouble him,” Danielle said, her mind crowded with worries.
Her mentor had seen how hard it was for her to juggle work and single motherhood after returning to the field.
She could manage both, but it wasn’t easy.
Now that he’d put her in charge of the Blackwood Research Institute’s satellite project, he’d offered to watch Niki himself.
“I’ll talk it over with him when the time comes,” Danielle said.
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