Make Me Scream. P.J. Mellor
Neanderthal really had been looking for Jamie. “Has he been…bothering you?”
An unladylike snort escaped. “Oh, yeah, you could definitely say that.”
“Does he live around here?” Just what he needed. He had finally met someone he thought was a nice girl and she had issues.
“No! At least, I hope not.” She glanced nervously around the empty room as if expecting her ex to pop out of one of the driers. “I think I finally lost him in Tallahassee.” She leaned closer, bringing with her the sexy scent of fabric softener. Pretty pathetic when fabric softener turned him on. “That’s why I haven’t been working as a teacher.” Her words brought him back to their conversation. “I’ve been trying to get away from Fred.”
“Fred? Him again? What does ole Fred do, that he can travel around making your life miserable?”
“He’s rich. Independently wealthy.”
Of course he was. Just his luck, the first girl to interest him in ages not only had baggage, the baggage had deep pockets. Meanwhile, if he didn’t get free rent by managing the Surfside Villas, he’d have to make the choice between living indoors and eating.
Suffering for your art sucked.
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