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    The Unexpected Nanny: A Single Daddy-Nanny Short Romance
    The Unexpected Nanny: A Single Daddy-Nanny Short Romance
    The Unexpected Nanny: A Single Daddy-Nanny Short Romance
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    The Unexpected Nanny: A Single Daddy-Nanny Short Romance

    By Michelle Love

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    Passion. Desire. Love. When a single father takes his little girl to the toy store to pick out a present for her third birthday,

    the last thing Aiden expected was to find his daughter, Joy, a nanny. As a customer service rep at a toy store and a nursing school student, the last thing Skye ever thought she'd

    be prese

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBlessings For All, LLC
    Release dateMar 30, 2020
    ISBN9781648083419
    The Unexpected Nanny: A Single Daddy-Nanny Short Romance
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    Michelle Love

    Mrs. Love writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha billionaires who love them. She has found her own happily ever after with her dream husband and adorable 5 year old. Currently, Michelle is hard at work on the next book in the series, and trying to stay off the Internet. "Thank you for supporting an indie author. Anything you can do, whether it be writing a review, or even simply telling a fellow reader that you enjoyed this. Thanks!" Sign up for her mailing list to receive advanced notifications before she launches her next book so that you can get it at a discounted and most times FREE! Use the link below to subscribe and enjoy your copy of "Dirty Little Virgin:  A Submissives Secrets Novel" https://dl.bookfunnel.com/3s2x148uer  Follow me on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100014912882501 

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      The Unexpected Nanny - Michelle Love

      The Unexpected Nanny

      The Unexpected Nanny

      A Single Daddy-Nanny Short Romance

      Michelle Love

      Hot and Steamy Romance

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      1. Chapter One

      2. Chapter Two

      3. Chapter Three

      4. Chapter Four

      5. Chapter Five

      6. Chapter Six

      7. Chapter Seven

      8. Chapter Eight

      9. Chapter Nine

      10. Chapter Ten

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      1

      Chapter One

      Aiden

      Laughter was all I could hear as my little three-year-old daughter, Joy, ran through the aisles of the children’s toy store I’d taken her to for her birthday. With no idea what to buy her, I had decided to bring her, so she could pick out exactly what she wanted—not that she needed a damn thing. Her playroom was full of things. But birthdays merit presents, so there we were.

      As a single father of a little girl, I often found myself wondering what Joy wanted. I sometimes erred on the side of too girly for her. She had a streak of tomboy in her, I could already see. She wasn’t a thing like her mother had been.

      Joy’s mother, Tanya, my wife of four years, met with an early death that nearly cost me my daughter as well. The two had gone on a boat ride with one of Tanya’s male friends—one whom I knew nothing about. Nor did I know they were going out on his sailboat that day. I found that out when a set of police officers visited my home, where I’d barricaded myself in my study to finish the novel I’d been working on.

      It was they who told me they needed me to come with them to the hospital. My wife and daughter had been in a boating accident. The boat had capsized when a sudden storm came up. All they knew for certain was that the Coast Guard had been called, the people on the boat had been found, and two out of three of them were dead. One was hanging on by a thread after nearly drowning, but had been resuscitated by one of the Coast Guards. The officers apologized to me, as they knew nothing more than that.

      They had located me after finding a small, zippered, plastic bag in my wife’s pocket that had her identification, her cell phone, and a business card with my name and information on it. Also on that card was a picture of me holding our one year old as I had my arm wrapped around my wife, indicating who I was to the authorities.

      To say my heart was in my throat the entire way to the hospital just cannot begin to describe how I was handling the news. I mostly felt numb. I was dizzy, sick to my stomach, and praying that, by some miracle, I would get to the hospital to find them both alive, instead of only one of them.

      My prayers went unanswered that day. I was taken to the lowest floor of the hospital first. There, I found my wife when they pulled out a stainless-steel tray from a small door on a wall that was full of them. Her wedding ring was still on her finger. The helpful doctor pulled it off and placed it in my hand, as he said, Can you identify the man who was found with them for us? He didn’t have any identification on him. We don’t know who to call about his death.

      I didn’t really want to see another dead person, but I suppose that little thing most of us have inside our brains that tells us to be helpful, no matter what our problems might be, had me saying, Sure.

      Leaving my blue-skinned wife with soaked, stringy brown hair where she was, the doctor opened another little door, and out came a man I did recognize. That’s the guy who cuts our grass. Julio. His family lives on the south side of Miami. I think I have his card at home, in a drawer in the kitchen. I can call you with it when I get back home, I guess.

      Could you possibly have someone go find that? one of the officers asked me. It’s pretty important to notify the family as soon as possible.

      I guess there’s no one better to trust than a cop. If I give you the code to get in and tell you where to find the card, can you go take care of that? I mean, my daughter’s here, somewhere. I may not leave here for a while. I realized then that I was too calm. Way too calm!

      When the doctor handed me the plastic bag that had been in my wife’s pocket, and I saw her cell inside of it, I placed my hand on one of the officer’s arms. He looked at it, then at me. You okay?

      No, I said then, as it felt as if the floor was moving in waves under my feet. Not at all.

      I suppose they caught me when I passed out. I had never fainted in my life. And when I woke up to find the three men looking at me and the doctor shining a light in my eyes, I sobbed. I continued crying, even as they helped me to sit up on the cold floor of the morgue.

      Even though I was beyond distraught, I had an idea the cops could find Julio’s phone number on my wife’s cell. Take out her phone, and see if Julio’s name is on her contact list.

      One of the officers did as I’d said, and when he looked at the phone, I could see the truth written all over his face, as he said, Yes, here’s his personal cell and his home phone. And there’s a text here. It’s … oh, nothing. Anyway, I have the number to his home. Let me make the call. Do you think you should be seen by a doctor, Mr. Cooper?

      I don’t know what I need. I believe it might help me to see my daughter. I was picked up and helped to the bathroom, where the very nice officers helped me wash my face and pull myself together a bit. Then they escorted me to the elevator. You read something in her text messages about her and him, didn’t you?

      That’s nothing you need to focus on right now, Mr. Cooper. You have a daughter to worry about. Focus only on that. For now, she’s the only thing in this world that matters, one of the men said to me. And he was right.

      It was two days later before I allowed myself to look at my wife’s phone and her texts. She and Julio had been having sex for about a month, it seemed. He, too, was married, and I didn’t feel it necessary to let that poor young woman know about the affair. Why hurt her?

      She was naïve and never asked why my wife and kid were out with her husband on his boat. Either it never occurred to her that it wasn’t something people did with the guy who cuts their grass, or she was one of those women who hide their head in the sand about their husband’s infidelities. I just wished I could’ve been as naïve as she was.

      Instead, I was driven to find out everything I could about what my wife had done. My daughter was recuperating in the hospital, and I found myself going through everything Tanya owned. Her laptop was the motherload of information. The lovers had exchanged emails.

      There was even an email about divorcing me, taking half of everything I had worked so hard for, and running off with him, taking my baby with them. It was safe to say, if those two hadn’t perished in a tragic accident,

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