Free Werewolves in Love 1.5: The Nanny Years by Kinsey Holley

tired but she needs to work a few more years, and she likes the idea of being out in the country where it’s quiet and peaceful.”
    “You did tell her she’ll be living among werewolves?”
    “She says as long as there aren’t a lot of us in the house at the same time she can handle it.”
    No female was going to tell him who could come in his house and who--
    Michael knew what he was thinking, of course. “Cade, we can deal with that. The guys don’ t live in the house, there’s no reason for lots of them to be there at one time.”
    “But Sindri--”
    “Cade! The cabins have kitchens and we can take food out to them. Listen to me! This is the nanny, Cade. We need this woman.”
    A fter a few more minutes of this, Michael had worn him down, and Cade said yes.
    Actually, what he said was , “Oh, the hell with it. Hire the bitch.”
    And now Michael was walking out of the house, followed by a tall, wide, grim old lady in a shapeless blue dress and white tennis shoes.
    Cade shifted his suitcase to his left hand and put on his most charming smile, but he could already sense that this one wasn’t easily charmed. It didn’t matter. If she wasn’t crazy, and she took good care of Becca, he’d keep the wolves out of the house and make sure all nocturnal noises ceased at one minute past eight every night.
    He climbed the stairs with his hand outstretched.
    “Hi. I’m Cade MacDougall. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Palmer.”
     

AUTHOR’S NOTE
    And that’s it, dear reader. Mrs. Palmer doesn’t get her own story. Why? Because there’s absolutely nothing interesting about her.
    She didn’t do anything bad, or scandalous, or memorable or noteworthy. She quilted, she worked her Suduko, she took good care of Becca and she went to bed every night at eight. And Cade thought they’d finally, finally, found the Last Nanny.
    Silly wolf.
    To find out more, read Yours, Mine and Howls , available Feb. 8, 2011.