She's horribly unqualified...and everything they both need.
Travis
The last time I saw my ex-fling, she was toasting her engagement to a record producer. So when I heard she'd had a baby, I assumed he was the father...until she showed up at my house seven years later with a little boy and said, "Your turn."
I'm a drummer who works afternoons and nights. My life is loud, chaotic, and definitely not kid-friendly. But I was raised by a nanny, and I see no harm in finding one for my son.
Too bad he rejects every single person I hire.
The only person he actually likes?
Not a nanny. She's a friend of a friend and the former floor manager at a brewery. But she has just enough childcare experience that I offer her the job out of desperation...and instantly regret it.
Hannah is a bossy, opinionated hurricane of a woman who tests my patience, my sanity, and my number one rule: don't fall for the nanny.
Hannah
Let the record show, I am not a professional nanny. I did, however, help raise my little brother, so I know my way around a juice box and a tantrum. Which is more than Travis can say.
My new boss is uptight, repressed, and needs more help than he realizes, especially since single parenthood isn't the only challenge he's facing. His band is about to become more than just a hobby, and the past he doesn't want to acknowledge is pushing its way into the present.
I was determined to pop in, whip things into shape, and leave, but the more I get to know them, the more I want to stay...
