Page 59 of Nanny for the SEALs

“I think she will be, honey-bee,” I replied. Cora beamed.

Bath time was also easier. Usually we did the boys first, then Cora. Not to separate them out by gender, but just because three was too many to handle in our bathtub at once, and the boys liked to play together. But with Heather here, she took care of Dustin and Micah, which freed me up to bathe Cora at the same time.

Then Heather read a bedtime story to all three of them. Usually the boys fidgeted and started kicking each other at this point, but they gave Heather their full attention.

I considered myself a modern man. I wanted a full woman: one who was smart, had a career, and was fulfilled in every aspect of her life. I didn’t just want a mom to watch the kids.

But when Heather tucked Cora into bed and kissed her on the head, something relaxed inside my chest. The primal part of my brain wasdeeplyattracted to her while she was taking care of my daughter.

The maternal instinct was sexy. Especially when it bubbled to the surface from a woman as feisty and independent as Heather Hart.

“Beer?” Brady asked when we were all back in the kitchen. He opened the fridge and wafted a can in the air.

I was going to decline, but Heather said, “Hell yeah. Beer me.”

Brady tossed the can to her and she caught it with one hand. “I’ll take one too,” I said.

After accepting our beers, I sat on the couch. Brady took one of the recliners, and then Heather flopped down next to me.

Here’s the thing about me. I’m an analytical kind of person. I’m perceptive, and I notice things. I collect all that data and then analyze it.

This is a great thing when it comes to protecting clients from stalkers, but it’s bad when it comes to women.

Heather had the entire couch open to her left. Two enormous cushions to choose from. Yet she had chosen to sit right next to me, her bare leg only inches from the cuff of my dress pants. Her skirt ran up her thigh as she propped her foot up on the Ottoman.

“The boys were real good tonight,” Brady said.

“Because I was here to keepcertain peoplefrom sneaking them candy,” she replied.

Brady rolled his eyes and guzzled down half his beer. “Yeah, yeah. You’re a regular Mrs. Doubtfire.”

“Minus the cross-dressing,” I said. I wasn’t good with jokes, but it seemed like a funny one.

Heather thought so too, because she giggled. “Who says I’m not a cross-dresser? I could be swinging some serious pipe under this skirt.”

She gestured at her groin, which immediately drew my gaze. Her legs were long and smooth. I wondered what they would feel like beneath my fingertips.

“Well, you’re the hottest cross-dresser I’ve ever seen,” Brady said.

Heather raised her beer. “That’s a weird compliment, but thank you. You two aren’t so bad yourselves, although I’m pretty sure you’re all man underneath those clothes. Asher’s arms are practically ripping the sleeves.”

I felt my cheeks turn hot. “I’m not as muscular as Brady. Or Rogan.”

She leaned sideways and gave me a long examination. “Comparison is the thief of joy, you know.”

“Teddy Roosevelt said that,” I remarked.

“Did he?” Heather shrugged. “It’s true, no matter who said it. You’re fuckingripped, man. It’s weird working for three guys like you. I’ve never had hot bosses.”

“Well, we’ve never had a hot nanny, either,” Brady replied smoothly.

“I don’t know,” I said, giving Heather a wink. “Our last nanny was pretty sexy. You should have seen the skirts she wore…”

Brady put down his beer and pointed across the coffee table at me. “You fucken take that back. That’s my sister you’re talking about.”

“Was she?” I said with a small smile. “She has a much better ass than you.”

Brady pretended like he was going to hurl his beer at me. Heather rolled sideways on the couch in a fit of laughter.

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