Some rules were made to be broken.

Some walls were meant to come down...

My trust in men had been destroyed by my previous employer.

I wanted never to be a nanny again.

But the story of a broken little girl caught at my heart.

I accepted the job and made one unbreakable rule for myself -

don’t ever let the boss get too close.

Too bad this boss lived to break rules.

I didn't want him. I didn't trust him.

But he really didn't care.

Loving him would mean risking the child who needed me.

But how could I hate him when he made me feel so special?

How could I resist the passion he was offering?

If I throw caution to the wind, can we all come out the other side happier than we’ve ever been? Or will the flames burn everything to the ground?