Working as a nanny for the world's grumpiest single dad should have been simple. Except I can't
keep my eyes off him. And he can't keep his hands off of me. Cade Eaton is thirteen years older
than me and barely looks my way. Until I get him in the hot tub one night for a game of truth
or dare. Then all bets are off - and so are our clothes. He's gruff a little rough around the
edges and it turns out broad-shouldered ranchers with filthy mouths are this city girl's
kryptonite. So who am I to resist? But in our quiet moments together he softens and I start
to realise his hardened exterior is just a façade. Someone once convinced him that his best
wasn't good enough. Yet I've never felt more cherished than I do in his arms. My contract may
say this arrangement is only for two months . But my heart says this is forever.
