by Melinda Minx
I’m most excited about going home and telling Hunter. He’s going to be so surprised. Okay, maybe he won’t be surprised, since he believes in me and knows how hard I work, but he’s going to be happy for sure. And super proud of me.
I wipe the dumb grin off my face and start to pack up all of my stuff into my purse.
I thought about calling him as soon as I heard, but knowing Hunter, he’d go all out and get flowers and chocolates or something, and I didn’t want him to have to drop everything and do that. If I tell him when I get home, it will be more low-key—but still exciting. And this way, I’ll get to surprise him for once.
As I head to the elevator, a few people stand up to congratulate me. I smile and shake their hands, and finally I make it past everyone and get into the elevator. I reach the lobby and step outside.
To see Hunter and Claire standing outside. Hunter is holding a bouquet of roses, Claire a single rose.
I feel my eyes water straight away—damn it—and Hunter grabs hold of me, hugging me tightly with the roses still in his hand. I can smell them as he hugs me, but just barely over his masculine scent. When he finally lets go, he smiles.
“Congratulations,” he says, holding the bouquet out to me.
“Mommy,” Claire says, holding the single rose out to me. “You can have it since you won the promoting.”
“Thank you, sweetie,” I say, taking the rose and treating it just as delicately and with as much importance as the full bouquet. “How did you find out about my promotion?”
Hunter smirks. “Of course I found out. I knew even before you did. Now how do you want to celebrate?”
I smile up at him with a glitter in my eye. “Maybe like the first night we met?”
Claire tugs at my arm. “What does that mean?”
Hunter hoists Claire up onto his shoulders. “Piggyback ride you home?”
“Piggyback rides make me really sleepy,” Claire says. “I want to stay up to see how you and Mom are going to celebrate!”
We flash each other nervous looks, but we both smile.
“Get her good and sleepy, Hunter,” I say, taking his hand as Claire bounces happily on his shoulders. “We might want to take the long way home.”
Also by Melinda Minx
Single Dad’s Bride
I have one month to find a bride or I lose my daughter.
They say a tattoo artist with a dirty mouth can’t be a kickass father.
Bullsh*t. But my lawyer says I need a wholesome bride to convince the judge.
I know just the perfect girl—hell—I think she might even be a virgin.
Only problem? She’s my sister’s best friend, and she hates my guts.
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Dr. Billionaire’s Virgin
Life isn’t a fairytale, and filthy rich, ruggedly handsome doctors don’t kiss their patients.
And those kisses don’t cure 7-year comas.
But I guess if the doctor is sexy as hell and a billionaire, the rules don’t apply.
Dr. Kaden Prince is everything I could want, but I’m awake now. It’s time to stop dreaming.
Dreaming that he won’t just kiss me and cure my coma—that he’ll cure my terminal virginity too.
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About the Author
Melinda Minx lives in Pittsburgh with her loyal Corgi. She writes late into the night with a hot cup of Earl Grey. Like her page on Facebook and join her mailing list to stay up to date on new releases, extended epilogues, and free promotions.
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