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Brady
I show Violet—at least I know her damn name now—around the rest of the house, including her bedroom. It sits exactly opposite my bedroom on the far side of the staircase. Had I known my new nanny was the woman I’ve been obsessing over the past six months, I would have given her the bedroom farthest from mine.
It’s as if someone took my brain, shoved it in a blender, then stuffed it back inside my head. My thoughts race like cars on a highway, flying back and forth in a thousand different directions. To make matters worse, I’m still insanely attracted to her. When I shook her hand after Hannah introduced us, I physically reacted to her touch—as though a lightning bolt raced up my arm. I know she felt it too. I could tell when her pupils widened.
But then she doused that with
