Publisher's Synopsis
Hot, grumpy professor with two genius kids?
Yep. That's my new boss.
And I just moved into his house.
Speaks in facts, not feelings.
And doesn't know what to do when I flirt back.
But when he brushes my hand while helping me zip up my dress?
My knees buckle harder than his five-year-old's science fair bridge.
The man avoids eye contact like it's foreplay.
But he makes coffee just the way I like it...
And holds his daughter like she's the whole damn world. I was hired to nanny.
Not fall for the hottest brainiac with a secret past.
So why does every slow smile make me want to break the rules?
