Hot, grumpy professor with two genius kids?Yep. That's my new boss.And I just moved into his house. He lectures in suits so sharp they could slice through glass.Speaks in facts, not feelings.And doesn't know what to do when I flirt back.But when he brushes my hand while helping me zip up my dress?My knees buckle harder than his five-year-old's science fair bridge.The man avoids eye contact like it's foreplay.But he makes coffee just the way I like it...And holds his daughter like she's the whole damn world. I was hired to nanny.Not fall for the hottest brainiac with a secret past.So why does every slow smile make me want to break the rules?