Three to Get Ready – A Mannies Incorporated Novel – Book 4 – MM

About Three to Get Ready

Author: Sean Michael
Word Count: 64300
Page Count (pdf): 235
ISBN: 978-1-988028-34-7
Date Published: December 2015
Publisher: Sean Michael
Price: 6.99
Genre: Contemporary
Pairing: MM
Series name and number: Mannies Incorporated Book #4
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Summary:

Single father Jack Jones is in dire need of a new nanny. His five year old son Nathan is legally blind, he has twin baby girls arriving in less than two months and the girl currently working for him is leaving at Thanksgiving to go home and continue her higher education. If Mannies Incorporated doesn’t come up with a viable candidate soon, he’s not sure what he’s going to do.

Dan Miller is on the hunt for a new job. He’s had some great placements with Mannies Incorporated, many as manny to multiple birth families to get them over the hump. He even has experience with special needs children, so the job he’s interviewing for looks like it’s right up his alley.

When Dan arrives at Jack’s house, he discovers that this Jack Jones is his Jack Jones, the man he was in love with during college, and who broke up with Dan because Dan wanted children. Will Dan and Jack be able to put the past behind them and work with each other, or will their past keep them from having a future together?

Excerpt:

Prologue

“Daddy?”
Jack looked over at his son, the coke-bottle glasses making the beloved blue eyes seem huge. “Over here, son.”
He waved his hand in front of the desk lamp and Nathan caught the movement of the light, heading toward him. “Maddie says she won’t be my babysitter anymore.”
“No. She’s got too much school.” Damn it all to hell. Maddie had been working with Nathan for four years. She loved it because it counted toward her special-needs qualifications. He loved it because she was flexible and affordable. Nathan loved it because Maddie adored him.
“But she graduamated.”
“Graduated. But she’s getting advanced schooling now.”
He resisted the urge to swoop Nathan up, waiting for his boy to find him, reach for him. The wave of love that he always felt when Nathan looked toward him was still amazing. He wasn’t sure what Nathan saw when his boy looked at him, but he knew Nathan approved. As soon as the thin arms rose, Jack picked his baby boy up.
“I don’t want her to go,” Nathan said. “Is this because of the babies?”
“No, sir. This is because she has graduate school.” The fact that he was going to hire someone full-time? That was because of the impending new additions.
Additions. Maria was carrying twins. Little girl twins.
“I don’t like graduate school.” Oh, that was the pout of cuteness.
“No? Lots of folks don’t. I didn’t when I was there.” Of course, he’d had some fun along the way. Lots of fun.
“Can we have supper now?” Nathan asked.
Jack pushed the clock with its huge hands and Braille numbers over, making sure to set it to the correct time. “When do we have supper, kiddo?”
“Six o’clock. Big hand up, little hand down.”
“Right-o. And what time is it now?”
Nathan grabbed the clock, tracing the hands. “Supper time! Oh hooray!”
“Fish sticks or chicken nuggets, cowboy?”
“Fish sticks and tater tots, Daddy!”
He put one of Nathan’s hands on his cheek and nodded. He’d put some carrot sticks out too.
“I’ll go get the juice in cups, Daddy. When will the new Maddie come?”
“I’ve got to find her, son. Soon. Before your sisters come.”
“So before Santa comes?” Nathan asked.
“Yes, son. It’s September. The babies should be here around December.”
God willing he’d have found a nanny who was trained in special-needs children and newborns who could deal with an immensely gay work-at-home dad in a three-story condo by the beach.
No problem, he told himself. No fucking problem at all.
“Come on, cowboy. We can do puzzles while supper cooks.”
“I love puzzles! I want to do the one that sings ‘Old McDonald’!”
“You know it. Pour the juice and then go find it on the shelf.”
He watched his boy head off and turned the light off in the office that was either going to become his bedroom or the nanny’s. Change was coming. They’d better be ready.