Nanny For The Alpha's Lost Twins
With Danielle at my side, I went first to my favorite fabric store, Zig-Zag, for more bits and ends, and then to Barnes & Nobel.
“I’ll be a while,” I told my bodyguard. She just nodded.
I had truly grown to love Hans Christian Anderson’s “The Nightingale,” but after the twentieth read or so, I had also grown incredibly sick of it. Yes, we’d read a few other books, like Dahl’s Matilda and Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, but they just kept coming back to their favorite over and over.
So, it was time for a new favorite.
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