The guy looks really good, tall dark and handsome in a killer tux, and he's clearly been working out since he left the Navy, but has he got the practical skills that Danny's looking for?
He certainly looks the part when he goes to his knees, licking his lips as he unzips Danny's fly. And he certainly feels the part as he wraps those lips round Danny's cock and swallows him down, deep-throating like a pro.
"Seriously, Daniel? This is the nanny you want me to hire to look after our daughter?"
Danny sighs. Really, Rachel can be so unreasonable at times.
"Why not, Rach? He's ex-Special Services, a crack shot trained in surveillance and close-quarters combat, and he's licensed to carry. Oh, and he's great with kids. Who better to look after Gracie?"
Danny glances over to where Commander McGarrett is standing, ramrod-straight and impassive-faced, folded arms highlighting his tattooed and impressively-muscled biceps.
Well, "great with kids" might be stretching things a bit, but Danny's damn sure there's no one better to keep Grace safe.