A Daddy for Jacoby. Christyne Butler
her chin. “I’m just trying to—”
“Help. Yeah, I know. I think I’ve made it clear that I don’t need your help.”
“So I brought over a few groceries and swept your floors. It’s not a big deal. Jacoby seems to be sleeping fine, so I guess I didn’t upset him too much by stopping by. You, on the other hand, can’t seem to wait to get rid of me. Why is that?”
His eyes narrowed. “Aren’t you late for something?”
“Yes, I am. You know, you might want to try the words thank you on for size. If you think you can pull them on over that massive chip on your shoulder.”
Gina spun away as he crumpled the paper in his fist. She stomped to the car and had the driver’s side door open when she heard his front door close with a loud thud. Seconds later, she was behind the wheel and gunned the engine.
So much for good ideas.
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