I
hate Drew Woods, and she hates me.
Even
so, I’m not the cold jerk most make me out to be, and I have no problem moving
the single mom and her baby into my home. I do, however, draw a line when it
comes to acting on the way her loose lips make me feel.
Alive.
She’s
too mouthy, too prying, and her curves are way too distracting.
I
might have lost my way after a nearly fatal car accident, but I’m not stupid.
Giving in to Drew would be a short-lived fix for this pain I’m saddled with,
and I knead something permanent.
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