“Will she fall in love with me?” Summer snorts in the most unladylike way. “No.” Her certainty should probably offend me, but I’m not bothered by it. I push off the counter and twirl a finger around. “Perfect. Let’s do it up,” I tell her as I march out the back door toward my house and away from the clusterfuck that is finding a capable nanny for a five-year-old boy. I just need someone to get in and get out. Someone professional and complication free. It’s only two months. It shouldn’t be that hard.
