"Were you going to tell me you're banging my contractor?"

"No. It's none of your business," I say firmly, trying not to sound shocked that he knows. I'm going to have to murder Sadie or Dixie later, whichever one told him. Maybe killing them both would be easiest. "Why are you coming?"

"Why are you banging the contractor?"

I grit my teeth. He's in one of those snarky moods that he's been perfecting since he was a preteen. Back then he used to parrot back everything I said on our twelve-hour drives to Maine from Toronto and it would get me so mad I would scream. If he wants to play, I'll play to win. "Well, where can I start ... he's built like a tank and hung like a horse."

"Winnie!"

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" Were you going to tell me you're coming to visit?"

"Were you going to tell me you're banging my contractor?"

"No. It's none of your business," I say firmly, trying not to sound shocked that he knows. I'm going to have to murder Sadie or Dixie later, whichever one told him. Maybe killing them both would be easiest. "Why are you coming?"

"Why are you banging the contractor?"

I grit my teeth. He's in one of those snarky moods that he's been perfecting since he was a preteen. Back then he used to parrot back everything I said on our twelve-hour drives to Maine from Toronto and it would get me so mad I would scream. If he wants to play, I'll play to win. "Well, where can I start ... he's built like a tank and hung like a horse."

"Winnie!"

"Not to mention that scruffy beard and the way it feels between my-- "

Victoria Denault , Now or Never (San Francisco Thunder #4)


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Victoria Denault quote : Were you going to tell me you're coming to visit?
"Were you going to tell me you're banging my contractor?"

"No. It's none of your business," I say firmly, trying not to sound shocked that he knows. I'm going to have to murder Sadie or Dixie later, whichever one told him. Maybe killing them both would be easiest. "Why are you coming?"

"Why are you banging the contractor?"

I grit my teeth. He's in one of those snarky moods that he's been perfecting since he was a preteen. Back then he used to parrot back everything I said on our twelve-hour drives to Maine from Toronto and it would get me so mad I would scream. If he wants to play, I'll play to win. "Well, where can I start ... he's built like a tank and hung like a horse."

"Winnie!"

"Not to mention that scruffy beard and the way it feels between my--" style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>