Keeping Alyssa

I promised myself I wouldn't touch the nanny.

Then she snuck across the hall and whispered, "Teach me." 

Alyssa is everything I don't need. Too young. Too sweet.

Too innocent to know what she does to me when she walks in the room.

I hired her to look after my son. Not make my house feel like a home.

Not make me wonder what it would be like if she never left.

Then a ski accident strands us in a mountain cabin.

And by morning, I've touched far more than her injured knee.

The problem? My son adores her. So do I.

For the first time since my divorce, I let myself imagine forever.

A family. A future. Her. 

Then, I discover what she’s been hiding.

The nanny sleeping under my roof isn't who she claims to be.

She’s been caught between impossible choices from the very beginning. 

Now the woman I’m falling for might be the reason I lose my son.

And just when I think I can never forgive her, she reveals one final secret.

She’s carrying my baby.