Jasper swallowed down his panic and channeled the coldness he’d spent the last two years perfecting. He would find a way to deal with this and—

Imogen pushed past him to sweep the crying baby up into her arms and cuddle him. “Hey there, little dude. What’s all this fuss about? You feeling a bit discombobulated? I don’t blame you.”

The baby batted his face into her shoulder a couple of times, rubbed a fist across his eyes while Imogen cooed nonsense and then he finally looked up at her. She sent him a big smile before blowing a raspberry into his hand. To Jasper’s utter astonishment, the baby not only stopped crying but smiled back, as if Imogen was the best thing he’d seen all day.

And Imogen Hartley visibly melted.

Right, she’d said she’d wanted a promotion. He wondered how she’d feel about the position of nanny.