“Stay,” he repeated, his voice low and rough in a way I’d never heard before. And I realized, with the kind of clarity that only comes from complete and total emotional catastrophe, that Gabriel Lyon—my boss, Megan’s father, the most controlled and professional man I’d ever met—was asking me to stay.
With him.
Tonight.
Holy shit.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
This was not in the nanny handbook.
This was not part of the job description.
This was—thiswas everything I wanted and everything I shouldn’t want, and—Oh my God, I’m going to pass out.
“I—” I tried again, my voice barely a whisper. “Gabriel, I—”
