If you throw an Irish billionaire out of a plane at 40,000 feet, would he fly? That’s the question I asked myself when Declan Bryne basically told me that it’d be “grand if I could stop talking.”
I can’t help it. I’m a nervous flyer. But that should’ve been my sign to hit EJECT! Because this is doomed to fail.
He’s a total grump. He obviously doesn’t like me. He’s too distractingly gorgeous to be around for any length of time. And he’s made it clear that as soon as he can find another nanny, I’m gone.
But this Minnesota girl is made of tough stuff. I know I can make it through one Irish summer with one sexy Irish curmudgeon.
At least, I thought I could until he became that much harder to resist. The way he is around his niece, Catie, is Hallmark-worthy. The more I work for Declan, the more I realize there’s something growing between us…an attraction that’s impossible to resist. Declan hides a kind heart behind his stormy, gruff demeanor. And that accent. That suave Irish brogue makes my insides melt.
The cardinal rule of being a nanny is to not get involved with the family. To maintain a professional distance. Sleeping with Declan would definitely cross that line.
Some rules are meant to be kept. Others are meant to be shattered.
This is an adult 18+ story that may contain language, possible violence, and/or sexual situations geared to an adult audience.