I didn’t hire her to fix me.
I hired her to fix my niece.
Instead the curvy, freckled nanny with the wild curls and that damn orange sweatshirt walked into my penthouse and cracked the ice I spent thirty-eight years perfecting.
Now I can’t function unless she’s under my roof.
She makes my silent little girl laugh again.
She makes me want things I swore I’d never need.
The board wants my chair.
The custody sharks want my kid.
And I want the woman who turned my cold empire into home.
They can try to fight me…
But I’m keeping it all.
She thinks she’s temporary.
I’m about to prove she’s forever.
