Page 72 of Second Chance for my Brother's Best Friend

Seriously, a single dad in his late 30s shouldnotbe built like a linebacker.

As if nannying, homeschooling,andworking as his personal assistant don’t keep me busy enough, Nate makes an additional request of me.

Meet his stuffy grandmother and pretend to be his fiancée.

Simple. Until we’re snowed in,aloneat his winter cabin with nothing but body heat to keep us warm…

You can guess the rest.

Now I don’t know where we stand.

I’m struggling to protect my heart when Nate and his little boy are slowly melting the ice around it.

Things get even more complicated when I realizeI’m late.

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