The Christmas Nanny
Christine Nightingale looked at the nanny ad online and cringed. She wasn’t a big fan of kids, puke, snot, or making meals for whiney brats. But the Quartermains? The pay had to be outrageous and ten times what she was currently making. One of her favorite sayings was fake it until you make it. For the right price, she could handle a bratty kid or two.
Jacob King locked the gym doors for the final time. His gym couldn’t compete with the big box gyms that offered towel services, hot yoga, and a dozen personal trainers. It was time to start a new chapter in his life. But doing what exactly? He clicked on the link a friend messaged him and read the job description. What the hell did he know about being a nanny? That was for women. But when you’re broke, you’re broke. Working for the Quartermains could change all that? How hard could it be?
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