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Grumpy I can deal with. It’s the charming ones you have to watch out for.
The second I lay eyes on her, my shoulders tense. What I expected was an unattractive woman to nanny my child. What I got was a punch-to-the-gut beautiful woman with glowing skin, a sweet-as-sin voice, and a rocking body that curves in all the right spots.
I cross my arms to mimic her stance. “Twenty-six?” All I get is a curt nod. “I’m thirty-two,” I add. Sunny’s lips curve. “Well, then…I guess I should call you grandpa.”
“Next time you need me for a rescue mission, I’ll wear my cape.”
Rhodes has obviously clicked into dad mode, which is…sort of adorable. With me, he’s stony-faced and somber. From the few clips I’ve seen of him playing hockey, he’s even more intense on the ice. But with his daughter, he’s gentle.
She’s alluring. I bet she tastes like honey. My throat bobs. That was a wild thought.
Ellie grumbles under her breath, and I know for a fact she learned that from me. That’s the hard thing when you’re a single parent. All their bad habits come from you.
“That’s where I store all the other nannies. I chain ‘em up.”
“I have an actual ladder, you know. One that you’re welcome to climb anytime.”
😂
“Thanks for catching me,” she says, looking embarrassed. “I guess you are quick.” I shrug it off. “I’m just good with my hands.”
😂
My jaw clenches, and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m feeling protective over her or if it’s something else. Like possessiveness. There’s a deep-rooted part of me that wants to stand up and bang on my chest like a fucking caveman. I want to say, She’s mine, Doc. But that’s absolutely fucking insane. She’s my daughter's nanny and nothing else. Other men can look at her. Other men can have her too.
“First you’re mad that I wear your jersey, and now you want me to wear your sweaty one?” He scoffs. “It’s not that sweaty.” I laugh and grab it regardless. “This is ridiculous.”
I wouldn’t mind my sheets smelling like sunshine.
He leans backward onto the couch with his lip lifted on one side and puts his hands behind his head. It screams cocky, and the only thing I can think is that the way he’s sitting looks like an open invitation. Which it absolutely is not. However, his muscular thighs are spread open, and his lap is there for the taking. The smirk on his face makes me do a double take. Jeez. He’s too hot for his own good.
“If it were me, I would have pressed against the wall myself and let you lead. There wouldn’t have been any restraint to your hands because I would have wanted them to explore.”
Where’s a pic of the other girl in my bed?
AHHHHH!
That’s when I realize that it isn’t just Ellie’s happiness that makes me happy. It’s Sunny’s too.
“You’re going to have to tell me no when I come begging.”
“Because trust me, Sunshine.” He pins me with a dark look. “I will come begging.”
I know your body, and let me tell you, no one else will touch you like I do.
Sunny makes me feel like a teenager again. I’m antsy when we’re apart, and now, she’s starting to run laps in my head. She’s all I can think about, and for the first time in my life, I’m eager to get back home to see my daughter’s nanny instead of dreading it.
The thought of losing her makes everything seem so fucking bleak.
It may have taken something drastic to wake that thing up in my chest, but Sunny is about to realize that Ellie isn’t the only one I care about as of late.
I’ve known men to be possessive, and I’ve never really understood it. Until now.
“I need you,” I admit, not giving a fuck that it makes me sound desperate. I am desperate. Maybe it’s just left over from the thought of losing her earlier, or maybe it’s something else.
I am unhinged.
“Softy?” Warmth flows to my chest, and I’m marveled by it. Rhodes lifts a shoulder. “I guess I am a softy when it comes to you.”
“Rhodes Volkova,” I tease, “the most intimidating winger on the Blue Devils is a softy. Who would’ve thought?”
“What can I say?” He wets his lips, and I’m captivated. “I’m a softy for my girls.”
A slow smile creeps on my face. “I think I’m going to keep you, Sunny Edwards.” Her quiet laugh is music to my ears. “Oh, yeah? For how long?” I grab her hand and interlace our fingers. “For forever.”
“I lied.” He swallows thickly. “I promised I wouldn’t fall in love with you, and I did.”
A bigger family would be nice. Seeing Sunny pregnant with my baby would be nice too.
Fate has a way, though. Sunny belongs to me, and I would’ve found her one way or another.
“Zhena,” I mutter the word wife in Russian when she turns back around to watch the movie. Before she relaxes back against me, I hear her faint whisper. “Muzh.” Husband. My chest swells. Sunny Volkova, I think to myself. What a perfect name.
