I’m an NFL player, and single dad. She’s my son’s free-spirited nanny… entirely too attractive for her own good.
But she’s just caught me mid-shower, and I have absolutely no desire for her to walk out.
What I needed was simple—a nanny who’s responsible, organised, and knows how to stay out of my way. But instead, I got Flo McKenna, a long-legged, sharp-tongued, matcha-loving firecracker, who finds far too much entertainment in wriggling her way under my skin.
She’s too vivacious for me. Too untamed. Too young. And way too damn tempting.
She’s only here for the summer until we can find a permanent replacement. But with each passing day, I can feel my hard outer shell cracking, because not only does she distract me from the chaos created by the media and lights up my son’s world, but I’m pretty sure I hate the idea of letting her go.
I don’t fall in love. I’m not built for it, but when it comes to Flo McKenna, I’m playing a losing game.