The Nanny and the Nerd (Nanny Love Match, #1)

by Krista Sandor

The doctors had called it sensory processing integration disorder. He called it living a life that required complete stability and minimum chaos to acquire the maximum amount of control. God knows, he’d endured enough

The tall guy touched one of the yellow squares of paper and leaned forward, examining it like an archeologist unearthing a rare artifact.

Penny held her breath, waiting for the…you guessed it, the penny to drop—and the pun was not lost on her.

Those wings would never foster flight for a child of her height and weight.

The next app he designed would come with a pair of sensors that would physically shock him when he sounded like a complete moron.

“It’s Friday! It’s the plumber day,” the child answered as she skipped toward the suite’s adjoining bathroom.

And hello boob sweat, my old friend!