Just when I think I'm at the end of my rope, the universe sends a gorgeous, talented, and oh-so-caring nanny to rescue me. What's the catch?
Every morning I wake up and remind myself I was the one who decided to kick out my horrible ex, and it's my choice to raise my kids alone. This is less comforting than you might think when I'm knee-deep in deadlines, snotty noses, defiant preteens, and desperately in need of some help. I just never expected that help to come in the form of an absolutely delicious, seven-foot-tall, green monster . . . an orc who can make a killer pot roast, organize my junk drawer, and seems to understand exactly what each of the kids needs.
So what's the catch? The catch is that with this phenomenally tempting male living under my roof (did I mention what a good kisser he is?), I'm dangerously tempted to turn this relationship into something more than employer-nanny. I want Aswan, but I really don't want to screw up this dynamic. For the first time in a long while, I feel like my family is right where we should be.
But when my past shows up to haunt us, I realized exactly how much I need Aswan. In every way.
