One week with one little girl-an angel according to my staffing agency. Acting as the
short-term nanny for a single dad should have been an easy way to make some extra cash. Until I
show up for my first day and face off with a demon disguised as a seven-year-old girl wearing a
red tutu and matching glitter slippers. Oh and her father? My temporary boss? Maddox Holiday.
The same Maddox Holiday I crushed on in high school. The same Maddox Holiday who didn't even
know I existed. And the same Maddox Holiday who hasn't set foot in Montana for years because
he's been too busy running his billionaire empire. Enduring seven days is going to feel like
scaling the Himalayas in six-inch heels. Toss in the Holiday family's annual soiree and
Christmas Eve nightmares really do come true. But I can do anything for a week especially for
this paycheck even if it means wrangling the naughty impressing the nice and playing the
nanny.
