I am a woman who loves a good mystery. Which is exactly why Reese, the man who lives across the hall from my high-brow nannying job, is so much fun.

Me and the twins—my adorable five-year-old charges—have turned guessing the source of his inexplicable wealth into a game. (Trust me…if you live at the Belvedere, exorbitant wealth is a foregone conclusion.) But the more we guess, the more I wish I knew Reese’s actual story.

It doesn’t help that he keeps smiling at me. Like, really smiling. He’s interested, and I am more than ready to climb aboard that train and ride it to the happily-ever-after I’ve always wanted.

Except, Reese is a man of mystery. A man with secrets. Weird work hours. A strange cat he doesn’t like but keeps around anyway. There has to be something he isn’t telling me.