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This time, I’m setting hard boundaries.
No flirting. No miscommunication.
I need a nanny, not a hopeful Hallmark movie heroine, looking to tame the mysterious single dad with a secret. Her words. Not mine.
And that is why I’m back to sifting through applications and job boards. Again.
Searching for someone qualified.
Patient.
Steady.
Someone who won’t run for the hills the moment Alex decides to climb the curtains or pounce on her mid-sentence.
What I don’t need is romance.
As for the Fates? They better not get any ideas. Because I’m not looking for a hookup or, gods forbid, a mate.
I’m looking for help.
Just help.
Right?
Yeah.
Sure.
Right.
Chapter 3
Dane
I hug Alex a little tighter than necessary before handing him off to Keeton.
“Be good,” I murmur into his mop of curls.
“I’m always good, Dad,” he replies, eyes glinting with the kind of innocent mischief that makes my stomach clench.
Right. And I’m a vegetarian.
Keeton chuckles low in his throat.
“Don’t worry. We’ve got the creek fenced off this time, and I already confiscated the firecrackers.”
“That you know of,” Alex mumbles under his breath, skipping toward the cabin like he’s already planning his next escape attempt.
Behind him, the side door swings open and Lena steps in from the porch, her hands cradling the swell of her belly.
She’s glowing. Like, literal moonbeam-tier glow.
Must be a mated thing.
Or maybe just the pregnancy.
Either way, she looks happy and mildly amused as chaos unfolds in the yard behind her.
