On Borrowed Time

Being a nanny for a newly single dad wasn’t the job I applied for when I decided to lick my wounds in Blossom Peak. But showing Henley Clark my bare backside wasn’t in my plans either. When the pursuit of my dream career seemed unattainable, instead of going home and proving my parents right, I made a detour to the small mountain town I remember visiting as a kid. I just wanted a waitressing job to make some extra money while I figured out my next steps. But then the lumberjack of an owner begged me to help him with his three month-old daughter that he just found out existed, and I couldn’t resist his plea. Or his massive physique—the one I saw every detail of when he appeared shirtless in front of me three times in the first week. The problem with living together though is there’s little space, especially when my boss is so closed off that he’s like a nut I want to crack open. And when I do, he steals the breath from my lungs—and reignites my creativity as well. But I gave myself a deadline to figure out what’s next. Nowhere in that plan though did I account for falling for Henley Clark. Turns out the heart doesn’t care, even when you’re on borrowed time.

Being a nanny for a newly single dad wasn’t the job I applied for when I decided to lick my wounds in Blossom Peak. But showing Henley Clark my bare backside wasn’t in my plans either. When the pursuit of my dream career seemed unattainable, instead of going home and proving my parents right, I made a detour to the small mountain town I remember visiting as a kid. I just wanted a waitressing job to make some extra money while I figured out my next steps. But then the lumberjack of an owner begged me to help him with his three month-old daughter that he just found out existed, and I couldn’t resist his plea. Or his massive physique—the one I saw every detail of when he appeared shirtless in front of me three times in the first week. The problem with living together though is there’s little space, especially when my boss is so closed off that he’s like a nut I want to crack open. And when I do, he steals the breath from my lungs—and reignites my creativity as well. But I gave myself a deadline to figure out what’s next. Nowhere in that plan though did I account for falling for Henley Clark. Turns out the heart doesn’t care, even when you’re on borrowed time.