Free The Nanny (The Fabulous Dalton Boys Book 1) by Kirsten Osbourne

up in New York?" 
    "Well, after the other teacher returned to work after Christmas, I decided to move in with my aunt.  I'd never really spent any time in the city and I wanted to see what it was like.  I realized I couldn't just sit around there, so I decided to substitute teach while I was deciding what I was going to do."
    "Did you enjoy it any more than you did teaching first grade for that semester?"
    She shook her head.  "Not really.  I enjoyed the children, but I didn't feel like I was able to make any kind of difference.  I became a teacher to make a difference in kids' lives.  I don't see how it can happen the way things are set up now."
    The limo stopped.  Ashley saw a sign that read "Elvis Chapel," and her heart started racing.  "What if I can't go through with it?" she asked, her eyes wide.
    He laughed.  "If you can't go through with it, then I'll take you back home, and we'll go on as we have been.  And I'll fly you out here next week, and the week after, and the week after, until finally I wear you down!"
    She smiled.  "Let's do it."
    He got out of the car, holding his hand down to help her out.  She was a bit unsteady in her heels.  She hadn't worn heels much, being more of a slacks kind of girl when she needed to dress up. 
    He slipped an arm around her waist, nodding at the driver who was holding the door of the chapel for them.  They went into the tiny reception area and signed the log, going into the chapel.  A couple of the chapels employees were on hand to serve as witnesses. 
    The person who greeted them at the front explained that Elvis would perform the ceremony and do all the vows with them, but then that they would speak the vows again for the "real minister."  The man playing Elvis would just pretend to be a minister. 
    Ashley shook her head, unsure why she was being married by Elvis anyway.  The wedding was incredibly cheesy, but fun.  Ashley laughed a lot.  After Elvis had done his final serenade, and Barrett kissed her, she looked down at the ring on her finger.  She'd done it.  Her aunt was going to kill her.  She'd married sex on a stick. She was thankful there was a real minister for the vows after the Elvis ceremony, because that part of the wedding felt real to her while the rest didn't.
    The limo drove them to the Venetian, and Ashley couldn't take her eyes off the view of the strip.  She could just imagine how it would look after dark when it was all lit up.  She hoped their room had a good view, because she knew she was going to want to stand at the window and look out for a while.
    They checked in, and a valet took them up to their room.  She was amazed at the beautiful room.  She'd never stayed anywhere like it.  There was a pretty little living area, a huge king-sized bed that she blushed just looking at, and a bathroom complete with the largest bathtub she'd ever seen and a television.  How odd.
    She unpacked her suitcase into the top drawer blushing when she saw a piece of lingerie that she'd never seen before.  "Who packed for me?" she called over her shoulder as she folded the garment and put it into the drawer.
    "Brook. Why?"
    That explained it.  Brooklyn probably decided she needed something sexy so she made it happen.  Her heart softened toward the other girl.  Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.
    The rest of the evening passed in a blur.  Later she wouldn't remember the dinner or the gondola ride.  She was too lost in her new husband's eyes.  There was just something about him that made it impossible for her to concentrate on anything but him.
      After the gondola ride, he slipped his arm around her waist, kissing the top of her head.  "Are you sleepy yet?"
    She shook her head.  "No, but we can go back to the room if you want."  She was nervous, but waiting would just make it worse. 
    The walk through the mall attached to the Venetian seemed to take forever, and then they had to walk through the casino on their way to the bank of