The Overseas Nanny Mistake
When I asked Practically Perfect Nannies for a client as far away from Brooklyn as possible, I was thinking Vermont, not Sweden. But the farther away from my family, the better. With my first passport and an overstuffed suitcase in hand, I landed in Stockholm with my best, most trustworthy smile….until the taxi dropped me off at an estate in the middle of a forest, complete with the hot, brooding single dad. Now, I'm stuck in a crumbling manor house that reeks of old money and family secrets, trying to convince my very off-limits boss that he wants me here. And he wants me.