Fool Me Twice

FOOL ME TWICE FORBIDDEN LOVE KELLY MYERS Copyright © 2023 by Swan Secrets All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. ALSO BY KELLY MYERS Daddy Knows Best Series: My Secret Daddy || Yes Daddy || Forbidden Daddy || Billionaire Daddy || Daddy’s Best Friend || Pregnant with the Wrong Man || Dirty Little Secret || Holiday Daddy Platinum Security Series: Dark Kisses || Dark Riches || Dark Sins || Dark Secrets Forbidden Love Series: The Guy Next Door || Arrogant Jerk || Misunderstood || My Best Friend’s Ex || Office Mischief || Tainted Goods || Brutal Love Big Daddies of Los Angeles Series: Daddy’s Rules || Daddy’s Temptation || Daddy’s Fake Fiancée || Daddy’s Million Dollar Proposal Searching for Love Series: Frenemies with Benefits || Breaking All The Rules || Fake Heartbreak || Against All Odds Boxed Sets: Daddy Knows Best || Happily Ever After || The Big Daddies of LA || Searching for Love || Forbidden Love: Office Romance Standalones: Ruthless || My Possessive Ranchers CONTENTS 1. Lisa 2. Liam 3. Lisa 4. Liam 5. Lisa 6. Liam 7. Lisa 8. Liam 9. Lisa 10. Liam 11. Lisa 12. Liam 13. Lisa 14. Liam 15. Lisa 16. Liam 17. Lisa 18. Liam 19. Lisa 20. Liam 21. Lisa 22. Liam 23. Lisa 24. Liam 25. Lisa 26. Liam 27. Lisa 28. Liam 29. Epilogue Excerpt: Tainted Goods Invitation to join Kelly’s Newsletter BLURB I thought I had put the past behind me. Nope. Turned out, my new nanny job was for my old summer fling…and secret baby daddy. My new life awaited me: a well-paid nanny position for a single dad billionaire. My little boy and I would get stability and my best friend would finally have her spare room back. It was a win-win. Then why was it so hard for me to leave? Maybe because my new boss was none other than Liam Gibbs, my first love and my son’s father. And he had no idea. It was crazy to take the job. But I didn’t have a choice. I thought it was best that Liam didn’t remember me. That he was hardly ever around. It made it easier to do my job: taking care of his toddler daughter. But I was playing with fire. The attraction between us was still there, even after all those years. And my dark-haired little angel was looking more and more like his daddy every day. What if I got too close, and he recognized me? Would we get a second chance at love, or would he just break my heart again? And scariest of all, what if he realized my secret, and took my son away from me? 1 LISA “Lisa, hurry up! The moving van will be here in half an hour!” Ava called from the living room where most of my life was stacked in boxes and a few beat-up suitcases. “Yeah, yeah,” I replied, trying to keep my voice cheery. I was anything but cheery. Some people think moving is a great experience, a chance to start again. They enjoy packing all their treasures only to unpack them on the other side, discovering them once again. They love setting up new spaces, decorating with their old things. Moving may be enjoyable for some but for me it has always represented unwanted change and upheaval. Maybe it’s because I’d never really had the choice. There’s one more box to pack and I’ve deliberately been putting it off. Probably shouldn’t have done that. A smart person would have dealt with it first, tucked it away among the other boxes and stowed in a dark corner on the other side. Not me. With a sigh, I pulled it out from under the bed (which was now just a bare mattress and box spring). It’s not large, slightly bigger than a shoebox; it’s what’s inside that feels huge. The contents represent memories that can barely be contained. “Okay, just do it,” I murmured to myself. In the living room, Ava and Keith were laughing at something. I wished I could be out there with them, goofing off. For a second, I considered shoving the box back under the bed, out of sight, leaving its contents for the next bewildered person who occupied this room. “No. Get on with it.” Dust motes flew into my face as I opened the flaps, followed by that soft cardboard smell. At the very top lay a photograph of an old man wearing overalls and a little girl in a dirty t-shirt and shorts. Though the man’s face was wrinkled and worn, his body was thin and lithe, the body of someone who had worked the land for decades. They are both smiling into the camera, the summer sun shedding light on the vibrant strawberry field that surrounds them. “Hi, Granpa G,” I said, running a finger over the man’s face. “Hi, littler me.” My strawberry-blond hair is much more pronounced, kissed by the sun. My curves have yet to show but I spied the twinkle in my eye that only came out when I was comfortable around someone. I was definitely comfortable around Granpa G. After all, he raised me. For years, he was my whole world. Only vague memories, no more than smoke, remained of my parents who were killed in a car crash when I was three years old. Worried distant relatives hemmed and hawed about what to do with the girl left behind and it was only Granpa G that stepped up. We were an unlikely pair, but we made it work. Early on, I was his little farm hand. A three-hundred-acre farm doesn’t work itself. Granpa G’s strawberries and sweet potatoes were a farmer’s market favorite and I liked to think my little girl