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This was the closest she’d been to him.
Close enough to feel the warmth of his body radiating in the space between them. Close enough to see the deep golden flecks in his brown eyes. “I haven’t done anything yet,” she said.
“You’re here. Right now, that’s everything.”
Even though Jane was waking up and starting to fuss at still being swaddled in the blanket, Trish couldn’t pull away from the way Nate’s eyes held hers.
“You don’t have to buy me a phone.” It came out as a whisper.
The corner of his mouth curved up and he suddenly looked very much like a man who would seduce his temporary nanny just because he could. “And yet, I’m going to anyway.”
Trish swallowed down the tingling sensation in the back of her throat. This was Nate after a nap? What would he be like after a solid night’s sleep?
And how the hell was she going to resist him?
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The Nanny Plan is part of the No.1 bestselling series from Mills & Boon® Desire™: Billionaires and Babies—Powerful men … wrapped around their babies’ little fingers.
The Nanny Plan
Sarah M. Anderson
Award-winning author SARAH M. ANDERSON may live east of the Mississippi River, but her heart lies out West on the Great Plains. With a lifelong love of horses and two history teachers for parents, she had plenty of encouragement to learn everything she could about the tribes of the Great Plains.
When she started writing, it wasn’t long before her characters found themselves out in South Dakota among the Lakota Sioux. She loves to put people from two different worlds into new situations and to see how their backgrounds and cultures take them someplace they never thought they’d go.
Sarah’s book A Man of Privilege won the 2012 RT Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Mills & Boon® Desire™. Her book Straddling the Line was named Best Mills & Boon Desire of 2013 by CataRomance, and Mystic Cowboy was a 2014 Booksellers’ Best Award finalist in the Single Title category as well as a finalist for the Gayle Wilson Award for Excellence.
When not helping out at her son’s school or walking her rescue dogs, Sarah spends her days having conversations with imaginary cowboys and American Indians, all of which is surprisingly well tolerated by her wonderful husband. Readers can find out more about Sarah’s love of cowboys and Indians at www.sarahmanderson.com.
To Maggie Dunne, the founder of Lakota Children’s Enrichment.
You had a very large check and a whole lot of gumption! While I changed many things,
I hope I kept your spirit of charitable action going!
To Maisey Yates and Jules Bennett, who came up with the baby for this book. You guys are the baby experts!
And to Laurel Levy for making sure I got the details of San Francisco right. I’ll get back out there to visit you someday!
Contents
The auditorium was filling up, which was exactly what Trish wanted. Maybe four hundred people had crowded into the lower level and, in addition to the journalists from the college paper, some reporters from the San Francisco television stations were in attendance. Excellent. A good crowd would leverage some social pressure on her target. No billionaire would risk looking heartless by saying no to a charity in front of a big crowd.
Trish had been sitting in her spot—end of the third row, to the left of the podium on the stage—for over an hour. She’d gotten here early enough that no one had seen her smuggle in the check. She wished she could afford a cell phone—then she could at least play with that until the talk started instead of being the only person in the room who wasn’t connected.
She was as ready as she was ever going to be. She just had to wait for her moment. Timing an ambush of one of the wealthiest men on the planet required precision.
Trish had planned everything down to her shirt—a great find at Goodwill. It was a distressed blue T-shirt with a vintage-looking Wonder Woman logo emblazoned over her breasts. It was a half size too small, but she had on her black velvet suit jacket, so it looked fine. Polished, with a geeky air.
Exactly like her target, Nate Longmire.
People continued to filter in for another thirty minutes. Everyone was here to see Longmire, the newest billionaire to come out of Silicon Valley’s wealth generators. Trish had done her homework. Longmire was twenty-eight, which didn’t exactly make him the “Boy Billionaire” that the press made him out to be. As far as Trish could tell, there wasn’t anything particularly boyish about him.
He was six foot two, broadly built and according to her internet searches, single. But the plan wasn’t to hit on him. The plan was to make him feel like she was a kindred soul in all things nerd—and all things compassionate. The plan was to box him into a corner he could only donate himself out of.
Finally,