Page 55 of Dr. Single Dad

I look around and run to my bedroom to check on Guinevere. She’s fine. Sleeping peacefully. She won’t be due any more milk for a few hours at least.

When I come back into the kitchen, Eira waves her phone at me. “I set an alarm to check on Guinevere every forty minutes.”

I chuckle. “Right. So I checked on her and she’s fine.”

“Good.” She nods resolutely. “That’s really good.” Her reddened lips and mussed hair make her look wanton. It’s sexy as hell.

“We really need to keep a close eye on Guinevere,” she says. “It’s been a long evening and the next few days might be disruptive. We should probably sleep.”

“We probably should.” I just don’t want to not feel her right next to me for the next eight hours. “Come and sleep in my bed.”

Her eyebrows shoot through the ceiling.

“We’ll both keep all our clothes on,” I caveat. “We’re just going to sleep.”

“Just sleep?” she asks.

“You have to promise to keep your hands to yourself,” I tease.

“I’ll do my best,” she says.

I take her hand and lead her into my bedroom.

TWENTY-ONE

Eira

I pull away from our kiss, pressing my fingers to my lips to stop myself from saying something I shouldn’t. All the words I should be saying are buried deep at the bottom of the back garden of my brain.

There should be boundaries between a boss and an employee.

I can’t afford to lose this job.

We should keep this professional.

I can put my feelings to one side for the good of my career.

Unfortunately, logic has left the building.

“I’ll see you after work,” he says. “But call me if anything changes. And…” He smiles and it releases a thousand tiny butterflies in my stomach. “Call me anyway.”

“I won’t call you at work unless it’s urgent.” I put on my most professional voice.

“Then I’ll call you,” he says.

“Go to work,” I remind him. He didn’t want to go in today. Last night with Guinevere was intense and it’s understandablehe’s worried, but I know how important his career is to him. There’s nothing he can do here to help. Guinevere is out of any danger and he’s working at the very hospital where she was treated last night. If anything happens, I’m bringing his daughter right to him.

Guinevere just needs to sleep and eat and she’ll be fine.

I know this.

Dax leaves. I lean back on the closed front door and look to the heavens.

What am I doing?

I’m Miss Sensible. I’m the girl who never crosses the line, the nanny who always knows how to sink into the background.

What am I doing?

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