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The Eighth Reason
“No.”
“But – “
“No.”
When a borderline handsome guy shows up at your door with ice cream, a toddler, and ‘Electronic Banking Monopoly,’ most people would let him in, if only for the ice cream. But I had to be the exception; I slammed the door in Thatcher’s face.
If he thought I would help him baby-sit some rugrat he found by the side of the road, he was sorely mistaken.
Maybe.
He rang the doorbell once, and then twice, and then a third time, before I felt inclined to at least hear him out. I slid my fingers around the doorknob again, winced slightly, and pulled.
“What do you want?” I asked in my most hostile tone, which turned out slightly whiny. I sounded like a teenager who didn’t want to miss Jimmy’s party. God.
Thatcher laughed a little before stopping himself. “I have to watch my brother’s daughter, little Sofia here. I thought that I could convince you to let us in, but apparently I was wrong.”
Sofia, who was gripping a giraffe in one hand and Thatcher’s arm in the other, nodded defiantly. “Wrong.”
“Looks like your going to find somewhere else to play Monopoly,” I retorted, easing the door shut again.
He reached out to intercept me before I could slam the door again. “Please Bronwyn?”
“No.”
“You know you want to play Monopoly.”
“In your dreams.”
My resistance made his shoulder slump a little, his sigh becoming agitated. “I would go to my place, but it’s become Brides R Us. Flowers. Centerpieces. Stacks of misspelled wedding invitations wherever you look. Everyone’s worst nightmare.”
Sofia nodded again, shuddering as if to prove that wedding invitation were about as terrifying as the devil himself.
I looked from Thatcher to Sofia, and back again, feeling my resolve crumble, the rules slowly turning into grit and gravel beneath my feet.
“Fine,” I grumbled, “but no touching anything.”
I stepped inside to let the grinning brigade into my living room, internally cursing myself for breaking the Golden Rule.
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99 Reasons Why It Wasn't Love
RomanceBronwyn Kirk doubts that anyone can be as much of a romantic wreck as her - until she meets Thatcher Lucas, divorcee, bad driver, and determined to find out about Bronwyn's past.