Page 57 of The Widowed Nanny (The Nanny)

I rolled my eyes in frustration. “I want you.”

Chapter Eighteen

Kierra

My mouth popped open in surprise at Jonathan’s unexpected confession. He stared at me expectantly, waiting for a response, but I was temporarily stunned.

Yes, we’re both sexually attracted to each other…obviously, but….

I closed my eyes and sighed when Jonathan’s patience wore out, and he bounded upstairs, leaving little chance to respond to him in kind.

Since living with Jonathan, I’d come to some irrefutable truths.

I’m happy.

Kiyah’s happy.

I feel respected.

I feel appreciated.

I feel seen and heard.

Each day is better than the day before.

My fear and guilt are valid. It’s okay to be afraid, but I can’t let it rule me.

I have the capacity to make room in my heart if I’m willing.