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The perfect man for me is a charming, sexy, hot as hell lawyer who knows how to negotiate his way into my panties.
#Pfftwhatever
Been there.
Done that.
Burned the T-shirt.
I didn’t swear off all men after my divorce, but I sure as hell swore off anyone remotely like my ex. On the top of that list? Attorneys. Everyone knows they can’t be trusted.
Now that I’ve moved back into my childhood home in Chicago, my focus is my daughter, my mom and me. I haven’t given up on finding my happily-ever-after, it’s just on hold—indefinitely. Yup, life is in a real upswing.
Then I see Reed Warner again, and I’m reminded of all my mistakes. I push him away, but somehow he weasels his way into every part of my life, not willing to take no for an answer.
In spite of my better judgment I can’t stop thinking about the way his designer suits fit his muscular frame, or the way his blue eyes seem to eat me up with every glance.
You know when you’re on a diet and even hummus seems irresistible? Reed is like the equivalent of chocolate éclair and my willpower is fading fast.
The problem? Not only is he a lawyer…
He was the best man at my wedding.
Note to readers: This book was previously titled Manic Monday (Charity Case #1).
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