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“Well, I can’t exactly put, “No sleeping with the clients” now, can I?” “No cavorting with clients.” That half-smile turned into a full-blown grin. Someone help-“because this isn’t allowed. I sounded like a panting idiot trying to get the words out between each short, sharp breath I took. “Okay, but, um, here’s the thing.” I couldn’t breathe. Oops…Īmazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Amazon CA | iBooks | B&N | Kobo And I most definitely should not be kissing my client. I shouldn’t be falling in love with tiny toes and dimpled cheeks. I shouldn’t be helping him out with the twins.
In theory, I’m spending eight hours a day with a guarded, sexy as hell guy, and I’m staying for dinner more often than I’m eating it alone, on my couch, with Friends re-runs. His son is confused why ‘the pretty lady has a drill,’ and his daughter has a new obsession-me. Brantley Cooper gets the shock of his life when I show up on his doorstep to fix up his kids’ new rooms. Except the hot, single dad of twins who just moved to town. I’ve proven over and over that I’m ready for anything the judgmental asses throw at me. The questions, the stares-the assumption I’m the proud owner of a cock and balls. And the wall isn’t the only thing being drilled… I learned the hard way that being a handywoman isn’t easy. I shouldn't be falling in love with tiny toes and dimpled cheeks. I shouldn't be helping him out with the twins. In theory, I'm spending eight hours a day with a guarded, sexy as hell guy, and I'm staying for dinner more often than I'm eating it alone, on my couch, with Friends re-runs. His son is confused why 'the pretty lady has a drill, ' and his daughter has a new obsession-me. Brantley Cooper gets the shock of his life when I show up on his doorstep to fix up his kids' new rooms.
I've proven over and over that I'm ready for anything the judgmental asses throw at me. The questions, the stares-the assumption I'm the proud owner of a cock and balls. I learned the hard way that being a handywoman isn't easy.
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