His Daughter's Nanny, His Heart's Obsession

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rently, he ne

someone to blame when

wered over the entrance-its wings cracked, its expression mournful.

stepped forward without a

retched for miles, and the silence was deafening. No laughter. No voices.

said, his tone flat and

s, each more somber than the last. She passed a grand staircase, a music room filled with

s. No signs of

outside a pair of t

stiffly. "Mr. Knight

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rom the inside, everything she'd

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dn't look at it. Instead, his gaze stayed on he

ed with chil

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d gaps in employment," he listed, flicking through

ed. "I stay until

this

a moment. "Because I nee

he murmure

y in front of her. He was close. Too close. The scent of clean soap an

doesn't spe

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steady. "I don't mind s

second, but the storm pass

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nod

e added. "No pictures. No questio

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used. "But if you step out of line... you'

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start

ushing his. His skin was warm-

ked, startled. "No

" he said without b

r and disappearing into shadow, as if dismissing her

orway, keycard in hand, he

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welcome. No clu

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