Nicole is without a doubt the oddest creature I’ve ever met. As far as therapists go, she seems pretty damn good, even though her methods are way the hell out there. And I actually like that she uses my gym for her afterschool sessions. That is, until she starts sticking her nosy—albeit gorgeous—butt into my business. It’s bad enough the sexy little smarty has wormed her way into my head. There’s no frickin’ way I’m letting her psychoanalyze the rough patch my kid’s going through. I don’t care how much the woman knows about this stuff; my daughter is my life. We’ve been doing just great on our own, no outsiders needed.
The only problem? The persistent menace apparently has a set of keys to barge right in…
Logan is without a doubt the most fascinating man I’ve ever met. As far as billionaires go, he’s far from typical. Practically allergic to the indoors and stubborn to the extreme, but an absolute teddy bear—of the gruff, burly, mountain-climbing variety—when it comes to his daughter. And for some reason, I seem to rub him the wrong way. Unsurprising, since I’ve never really been good at rubbing men the right way…pun entirely intended. What I am good at though, is working with kids. The man needs my help, even though he doesn’t think so. He may be the most loving father I’ve ever encountered, but this here is my domain.
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