Rule #1 of nannying: Don’t fall for your boss.
Rule #2: Don’t let his daughter steal your heart.
Rule #3: Definitely don’t say yes when he asks you to marry him.
I’ve already broken all three.
Tyler Davenport is six-feet-four-inches of pure gorgeousness in a tailored suit. Former-Marine turned ruthless billionaire. Devoted single dad. The man whose steely gaze makes my heart race. And now… my boss.
I was handling it. Really.
Until his little girl called me “mommy” over breakfast.
Until I caught him watching me with intensity across the dinner table.
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Rule #1 of nannying: Don’t fall for your boss.
Rule #2: Don’t let his daughter steal your heart.
Rule #3: Definitely don’t say yes when he asks you to marry him.
I’ve already broken all three.
Tyler Davenport is six-feet-four-inches of pure gorgeousness in a tailored suit. Former-Marine turned ruthless billionaire. Devoted single dad. The man whose steely gaze makes my heart race. And now… my boss.
I was handling it. Really.
Until his little girl called me “mommy” over breakfast.
Until I caught him watching me with intensity across the dinner table.
Until he demanded I become his wife—just for show, just for a year—to claim his inheritance.
Now we’re sharing a roof. A home.
His touch lingers too long to be accidental. His glances feel too intense to be fake. And the way he holds me at night? That’s definitely not in our contract.
But I’ve seen the steel in those blue eyes. Heard his vow to never fall in love. And I’m starting to realize that pretending to be Mrs. Davenport might cost me everything—especially my heart.