Wynter’s POV
I walk out of the apartment building in a daze, he gave me the job, Connor Montgomery, the man who yelled at me and accused me of trying to steal his daughter, gave me a job as his nanny.
He didn’t say he had to speak to his wife, or even ask to see my qualifications, just asked that I get references from previous employers to him in the next couple of weeks and for my basic information so he can run a background check on me.
My legs wobble as I stumble to my car, taking three attempts to get the key into Bertie’s door before I manage it.
I have a home, I’m moving in on Saturday, so I can get settled in the apartment before I start work next week, which means I have two days to pack.
I can’t quite grasp what just happened, I have somewhere to live and a job, Connor offere
