Page 23 of Yours To Hold
“Of course she is. You’re her favorite.”
“Are you sure Daisy isn’t her favorite?” Willow asks.
“Why would Daisy be her favorite?”
“Daisy is my favorite.”
“I’m not your favorite?” I gasp. “I thought I was the automatic favorite as your dad.”
Willow giggles as I head toward the ranch. “Actually, Ivy is my favorite.”
I fight the groan, because of course she is. Not that Willow has any idea the hold this woman has over me.
It’s hard to be in the same room with her and not fall under her spell. It’s the reason I didn’t want to hire her. I didn’t want to be around her.
I shouldn’t be falling for my little sister’s best friend.
I shouldn’t be falling for someone ten years younger than I am.
Hell, I shouldn’t be falling for my kid’s nanny.
But here we are.
Every time I’m around her, I need to leave. Not only does my brain react to her, but my body does too.
The last thing I need is to scare her away with a hard-on.
“You’re having fun with Ivy?” I ask Willow.
“She does whatever I want to. And she is showing me how to take pictures and lets me help make lunch.”
“That sounds like a really fun time.”
“I even like broccoli now.”
“I’m sorry, what? You hate broccoli.”
My gaze flits back to her before turning back to the road.
“Uh-uh. Broccoli is good.”
“Since when?”
Why am I arguing with my seven-year-old about broccoli? Such is life as a dad.
“Ivy made it and I liked it.”
“I’m glad you did. I think Gemma was going to make some tonight for dinner.”
“Is it Ivy’s kind?”
“It’s broccoli. If you like Ivy’s, you should like Gemma’s.”
“What if they’re different?”
“I promise, you’ll like it.”
I can see Willow shaking her head at me out of the corner of my eye. “I don’t like a lot of what you make, Daddy.”
