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.
