Huntley Square

My life and career have conditioned me to be prepared for—and desensitized to—traumatic events. Rather, they should’ve. But one phone call blindsided me in a way I never expected, and now there’s a screaming eight-month-old in my custody. I would’ve done anything to ensure my niece didn’t enter the system, but I never wanted a family. I never wanted ties to anyone, period. But then my meddling office administrator forcibly hires a nanny for me, and all my resolute vows start crumbling when I come face to face with Lainey Pearson … again.

For years, I’ve toed the fine line between wanting women to fill the empty spaces of my life and not letting them get close enough to know I struggle with my time overseas. Thankfully, one woman I don’t have to worry about finding that tricky balance with is our new office admin. Even if she hadn’t dropped me with a knee between my legs, making me choke on a donut all before I met her, I wouldn’t want anything to do with Chloe Whitlock. Not only would she rather remain unaware of the world’s harshness by keeping her nose in a book, but she’s also too bubbly.