His kid is amazing. He gets it from his dad, obviously. And I'm falling dangerously fast for my professor ...I wasn't looking for anything but a little escape that night, okay? Not even looking for that, really,but my roommate Annie dragged me out to prevent me from combusting into nunhood.How was I supposed to know he'd be on the dance floor?What were the chances that the next day the same Adonis would walk into the class I'd just signed up for?Not a good idea, Hannah.But there was no escaping the attraction. My common sense ... just ... poof.And then he asked me to babysit his kid.Like I was going to say no to an adorable 7-year-old. Or to the chance to spend time with his dad.Yes, I know; bad idea all around.We agreed we were going to keep it totally professional.That was doable, right? WRONG.'Doable' was Austin Parks, along with kind, funny, a great dad, an amazing teacher ...So how did Mr. Amazing end up breaking my heart into a million smithereens? And can I ever forgive him?