TAMING KNOX (Gray Wolf Security, Texas Book 3)

I saw him sitting at a corner of the bar. He had these penetrating gray eyes that were just so intriguing. I walked over and made small talk, aware that he was looking at my ass, my thighs. He was a leg man. I could work with that. But then he mentioned a wife and I was off that stool faster than he could say wedding ring.

He found me a few minutes later, whispering about his dead wife and I was just drunk enough to find it romantic. One night. That’s all it was supposed to be. But then my job at Gray Wolf Security had me interviewing for a nanny position and there were penetrating gray eyes on the other side of the desk.

With the memory of a night like that, how was I supposed to keep my hands to myself?