I came for a girl’s trip, and I’m leaving with my heart tangled up with a silver fox.
A 10K run for cancer awareness, no problem. But a handsome, older, billionaire grump has my head screaming DANGER, DANGER.
I can’t say out loud what the rest of my body is telling me.
Let’s just say I need to change my lace panties.
The flock of pink ladies in tutus run right over me as I stop in my tracks, watching that stud bark orders for directions, “This way, ladies.”
No, no, no. I didn’t li...
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