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Then I recall his profile. DA123. DA. Dane Alistair.
Oh no.
Oh HELL.
“Um, Kyle?”
“Mmm hmm? Morning, sweetie,” Kyle says as Jeff ambles in and they embrace while I continue to panic. “Well, what is it Tam?”
“Uh, nothing. Just, well, I think my new boss might be the guy I slept with the other night,” I whisper.
Kyle blinks. “Okay. That’s a—a sentence.”
“Wait, you got lucky? When?” Jeff asks.
“Well, wait. It’s an apartment building, right? It doesn’t have to be him,” Kyle says.
“How many other people with the initials D and A live in one building?” I gasp. “What if it is him? What if it’s D? From Date to Mate. What if he is my boss? Same person.”
“Okay. Do you want me to call the cops or buy you condoms? I need direction, Tam,” Jeff interrupts, waving his phone in his hand.
I cover my face with both hands. “I need therapy.”
Kyle and Jeff both snort.
“Or maybe,” Kyle says, pulling open the fridge, “you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”
I blink at him. “Did you just get all mystical on me?”
“No. I just don’t want you to move back in if this goes bad.”
Kyle shrugs, and Jeff looks anywhere but at me.
He’s a good brother. And Jeff is a great guy.
But I get it. I’ve been cramping their style.
“Fair,” I mutter.
I grab my purse, hoist my dignity over one shoulder, and march toward the door with my whole life inside rolling luggage.
Showtime.
Because apparently, I’m not just starting a new nanny job today.
And I might be walking straight into a romantic entanglement with the world’s hottest, growliest—seriously I had no idea men could make those sounds—most emotionally complicated single dad in history.
What could possibly go wrong?
Chapter 11
Dane
It’s a hectic morning and I’m one frayed nerve away from shifting just to burn off steam.
Meetings piling up.
App bugs to squash.
