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His brows narrowed. “It would be full transparency if you moved into my home. I’m not perfect, Sydney, but I try my hardest to be everything Everly needs.” His voice turned a little quieter as he added, “She deserves that.”

I didn’t want him to know how that admission made me feel.

That I could, so easily, wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest and tell him he could make any woman’s ovaries combust.

But I stayed on course instead and replied, “I’m far from perfect. I’m going to make mistakes—I made mistakes with the Turners. We’re human. All we can do is try our best when it comes to raising children.”

“Truth.” He sipped his coffee. “What about your friend Gabby? Would she be all right with you moving out?”

I smiled. “More than all right. I’m sure she’s dying to get her office back that I’ve completely hijacked.”

He slipped my résumé into a folder and placed it into his drawer. “I’ll give you a call in the morning.”

The interview was over.

I just hoped it had been enoug