I was finally getting the hang of college, working part-time as a yoga teacher when Joe Magella came into my life.
A divorced big city trader who turned his back on his billionaire lifestyle to come volunteer at our small college.
He offered me a job as a nanny for his son.
The money was great.
What could go wrong?
My part-time job turned into a romance, which was fine until I fell pregnant.
Now, instead of assignments and exams, I had diapers and night-time feeding to plan for.
How would I ever cope with a baby, my studies, my yoga clients, not to mention a guy who was never supposed to be more than a fling?