Hiring the chaotic woman I pulled out of a shed fire to be my daughter’s nanny was a bad idea. Letting her live with me? Even worse.Chloe Bradshaw is too vibrant, too bold, and way too young for me. She’s pure sunshine-in-a-hurricane energy and the exact opposite of the calm, steady influence my daughter needs.But Emma adores her from the second they meet, and I’d do anything for my little girl. Including sharing a roof with the one woman I shouldn’t want.Chloe’s the walking definition of off-limits. And one hell of a temptation I can’t stop thinking about.Between midnight snack run-ins, hair-braiding lessons, and the way she looks in my stolen hoodie, forbidden stopped being a warning and started feeling like a dare.I swore I wouldn’t cross that line with her. Then I did. Again. And again.And now, what we both swore was only temporary is starting to feel like it could be real. Suddenly, I’m not just her boss or her landlord. I’m the guy threatening to burn down anything that hurts her.But the end date of our arrangement is looming, and her suitcase is still half-packed. She says she’s not staying. I say she’s already mine.
