![]() ![]() ![]() “Would you have pretended if you were me, knowing you’d leave a poor guy to be lonely?” I did listen, I just don’t have freaky skills to avoid the guilt like you do.” I warned you about her, and you obviously didn’t listen.” “And to think-I let myself be guilt-tripped into this.” “You’re so easy to mess with, I don’t even have to try.” “I swear, messing with me is your new favorite hobby.” ![]() Oops…Īmazon IT | Amazon 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. ![]()
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