I, Marlow Taylor, need to stop fantasizing about the hot, single dad next door. Should I have agreed to nanny his cute six-year-old who loves my dog Waffles? Absolutely not. But her dad seems to think he can do everything himself. (spoiler: no one can) Three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for Dylan Stafford: He's grumpy and doesn't seem to like me very much He lives next door-literally next door to my perfect pink house There are no secrets in a small town I'm an optimistic artist, never living in one place for too long. He's a cynical billionaire, trying to raise his kid on his own like a "normal" person. Since I'm not going to fall for Dylan Stafford, it shouldn't matter that he shovels my driveway or looks at me like he could devour me. One kiss later-I, Marlow Taylor, am completely screwed.
