Page 52 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and set my mug down.
This isn’t about butterflies or bad decisions or the fact that I haven’t stopped dreaming about him since I moved in.
This concerns Alex.
And I’m going to make sure that boy gets everything he needs.
Even if it means facing down the most dangerously attractive man I’ve ever met while pretending I’m not halfway in love with his little boy, and maybe a tiny bit in love with him, too.
God or literally anyone out there listening—a little help, please?
Chapter 15
Dane
Trying to work while sharing a roof with my unclaimed mate?
Impossible.
I’ve reread the same sentence twelve times.
My email inbox is overflowing.
The only thing I’ve managed to successfully complete today is a third mug of black coffee and a silent mental breakdown.
My Cougar is pissed.
Scratching at my insides, pacing just under my skin like he’s five seconds from ripping through and dragging her back to our bed by the hips.
He growls every time she walks past the door.
Hell, every time she laughs with Alex, I feel like I’m combusting from the inside out.
Mine. Ours. Why haven’t you claimed her?
Because it’s complicated, I growl back.
Because she’s human.
She doesn’t know about our world. About Shifters, about magic, about fated mates and instincts older than time.
And because I don’t want to scare her away.
Yet. Ever.
While I try to finish a client response for a Witch and her Djinn ex fighting over custody of an enchanted garden gnome (don’t ask), I keep checking my phone for a reply from Uzzi.
I need answers. Help. A manual, maybe.
Because the Cougar inside me is about two seconds from breaking every rule I’ve ever set for myself.
And then, I hear it.
The familiar ping of an incoming Swoosh call. The magical equivalent of Zoom lights up the center of my office in a shimmer of blue smoke and glittering stardust.
A floating, smug face forms in the center.
“Dear boy,” Uncle Uzzi drawls, his pale blue eyes glowing like twin moons as his disembodied head floats above my desk, spinning gently.
