The Scrum-Half (Lincoln Knights #3)

Harper

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ve made a mistake,” I said as I sipped my mug of hot summer berry squash and sank further into the armchair in the corner of my little sitting room, my phone lodged under my ear while I made myself comfortable.

My joints ached slightly, a casual reminder of how they didn’t always like me being on my feet all day, even if that came with the territory of looking after toddlers. I was hypermobile from the waist down and sometimes my body and brain had differing ideas about what my physical limits should be.

“Is it really that bad? Or is it just the initial awkward nerves?” Marissa asked. “You said you thought he’d had trouble with nannies before. Maybe he’s just worried you’ll leave and he’ll be back to square one.”