Rule number one: Do not pursue my daughter’s new nanny. I had my reservations about hiring Alex Clark. With her long brown hair and deep brown eyes, she was a beautiful woman. I knew if I hired her and moved her into my home, the temptation to keep my hands to myself would be torturous. But I was desperate, she needed a job, and my daughter liked her. Rule number two: Stop imagining her body on top of mine. Too late. Within a week, I’d broken both rules. She was complicated, I was complicated, and now the situation was complicated. I wasn’t a relationship type of guy, and for good reasons. Her dream was to find a man who checked off all her boxes. Her person, hero, and knight and shining armor. The man who would rescue her from the grips of her past. I didn’t want to be that guy, or did I?