If You Give a Single Dad a Nanny (Aspen Grove, #1)

by Ann Einerson

God, why is she so damn pretty all the time? Even with paint on her face, she’s stunning…

“Dylan, what are you doing?” she murmurs. “Thinking about what it would be like to kiss you,” I say softly. It’s not the first time. I imagine she tastes like strawberries and pink lemonade, sparking my curiosity to test my theory.

“They’re beautiful.” I take the vase with shaky hands and set it on a nearby shelf. “What’s the occasion?” “Yesterday, you mentioned that your last arrangement wilted, so I stopped by Blooms on my way home to get you a fresh one. I know how important having a bouquet for inspiration means to you.” He remembers me saying that?