I, Marlow Taylor, need to stop fantasizing about the hot, single dad next door.
Should I have agreed to nanny his cute six-year-old who loves my dog Waffles? Absolutely not. But her dad seems to think he can do everything himself. (spoiler: no one can) Three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for Dylan Stafford: He's grumpy and doesn't seem to like me very much He lives next door—literally next door to my perfect pink house There are no secrets in a small town I'm an optimistic artist, never living in one place for too long. He's a cynical billionaire, trying to raise his kid on his own like a "normal" person. Since I'm not going to fall for Dylan Stafford, it shouldn't matter that he shovels my driveway or looks at me like he could devour me. One kiss later—I, Marlow Taylor, am completely screwed.
