Working as a nanny for the world’s grumpiest single dad should have been simple.Except I can’t keep my eyes off him. And he can’t keep his hands off of me.Cade Eaton is thirteen years older than me and barely looks my way. Until I get him in the hot tub one night for a game of truth or dare. Then all bets are off – and so are our clothes.He’s gruff, a little rough around the edges, and it turns out broad-shouldered ranchers with filthy mouths are this city girl’s kryptonite. So who am I to resist?But in our quiet moments together, he softens, and I start to realise his hardened exterior is just a façade. Someone once convinced him that his best wasn’t good enough. Yet I’ve never felt more cherished than I do in his arms.My contract may say this arrangement is only for two months .But my heart says this is forever.