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"I know. That’s amazing." Even more amazing is her helping her friend win. "Wanna go for ice cream?"
She nods and dimples prettily.
I shift her to my left hand so I can hold Ava with my right. And with both my most precious things in hand, I walk off into the sunset to get some ice cream.
The End
Did you enjoy Maddox and Ava's story? Then you’ll LOVE Lucan and Summer in Silver Fox Daddy
Nanny for a silver fox single daddy- no problem.
But having his unexpected baby is not part of the job.
Flashing my panties didn’t land me the job I so desperately need.
It’s winning over his adorable son.
Lucan Forbes. Club owner. Domineering. Hot single dad. My new boss.
Definitely not the type of man I should be attracted to.
His busy schedule requires me to be a live-in nanny, putting me in a tough position.
Especially when we end up in the same bed once the lights are out.
He treats me to a life I’ve only seen in movies.
Me. Summer Madison. An unemployed kindergarten teacher going on lavish weekend getaways with the boss.
And a man like Lucan, wanting me to complete his family- is everything I never knew I needed.
But like any dream, it’s too good to be true.
And I cross the line revealing afamilysecret he’s unwilling to accept.
As he comes to that realization, I’m coming to terms with the positive test telling me his baby’s on the way.
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As the ground rapidly approaches my face, I’m reminded of the term of one’s life flashing before one’s eyes in that split second moment prior to death. But never would I have dreamed that it would have happened to me at the ripe young age of twenty-six.
What makes it even worse is the fact that I am not anywhere near dying – except from mortification.
Having barely caught myself on my hands and knees before my nose was splashed on the floor, I shuffle and get on my feet as quickly as possible, smoothing my dress down over my butt and thighs. My feet seem to be tangled up in the straps of my purse and there’s a slight burning sensation on my knees. I look down quickly and find, with relief, that there is no bruising or bleeding. The burning may just be from the heat of the concrete pavement.
Cowardly, I keep my head down, checking my bun to make sure it has not come undone as well. No way I can look up yet, so I look at a crack in the ground and wonder if it will open up enough to suck me in and save me from the humiliation. But it remains closed.
Bummer. I sigh softly. There is no more delaying the inevitable of standing and facing the man who is waiting to speak with me.
I simply cannot believe that I just tripped in front of my prospective boss and gave him an eyeful of my delicate parts.
“Let me give you a hand.” His deep voice sounds from somewhere above my head.
I take the hand he offers, afraid to look up as the heat in my face tells me it is as red a sun-ripened tomato. And I am pretty sure he is smirking by the tone in his voice.Please kill me now.
