Rule number one: Do not pursue my daughter’s new nanny.
I had my reservations about hiring Alex Clark.
With her long brown hair and deep brown eyes, she was a beautiful woman.
I knew if I hired her and moved her into my home, the temptation to keep my hands to myself would be torturous.
But I was desperate, she needed a job, and my daughter liked her.
Rule number two: Stop imagining her body on top of mine.
Too late. Within a week, I’d broken both rules.
She was complicated, I was complicated, and now the situation was complicated.
I wasn’t a relationship type of guy, and for good reasons.
Her dream was to find a man who checked off all her boxes.
Her person, hero, and knight and shining armor.
The man who would rescue her from the grips of her past.
I didn’t want to be that guy, or did I?