A fated-mates romance Nanny wanted for three lively kids, the ad said. Traditional mountain home. What it didn’t mention was that the kids totally wild, and the house is a creepy dump. Then the parents disappear, leaving me all alone. The furnace is broken, it’s freezing cold, and the only person in sight is the big, surly mountain man who lives next door. The kids say he’s scary and walks around naked a lot. But when one of them goes for a river dive, he’s right there, hauling her out. Darn, he looks good like that, all ripped and dripping wet. Eyes boring into me, like he wants to eat me alive. He’s the hottest guy I’ve seen in my life, and he says I’m HIS. To protect. To care for. To claim??? And the weirdest part—that’s exactly what I want. Is that wrong?