Last on the List (Wait With Me, #5)

by Amy Daws

“Is he a good guy?” Dad inquires, and I can feel his papa bear energy flare up.

I realize this is some sort of nannies with benefits situation that could likely turn into a complete disaster,

I’ve forgone the spicy romance novels I have been consuming all summer for something a bit less…well…painful. A tragic genre by the name of…self-help.

The reality of being a woman sometimes is that all the confidence in the world still can’t hold a candle to the reassuring words of your husband.