When I stumbled across my dream job in the classified section of my newspaper, I knew it had to be too good to be true. Turns out it was.
Becoming the nanny for the grumpiest hockey coach in the NHL was more like a nightmare. Liam Cartright was infuriating, stubborn, and impossible. Oh, and he happened to be my new boss.
I should have signed my resignation with a giant kiss my ass the moment he opened his mouth, but I couldn't. I fell for his little girls before I realized it was happening, and my resolve began to weaken.
Our roles were clearly drawn out. He was the boss, and I was the nanny. But then we crossed a line.
I wouldn't lose my job over a chiseled jawline and a few stolen kisses. I couldn't. Not when so much was at stake.
But Liam was the one who made the rule book, and I had no choice but to play by his rules.
