“An aspiring one, aren’t you, Finley?”
She’d show him aspiring. She gave him her middle finger. Then, she wove her way back to the bar, checked Win was watching, tapped sexy ass, jerkwad Caleb Sherwood on the shoulder, and held her breath. He said he could help, but she didn’t know if he meant it. When he swung around, and his handsome face crinkled into a big, what-can-I-do-for-you smile, she threw her arms around his neck and said, “Roll with it.”
Right before she kissed him.
About the Author
Ainslie Paton always wanted to write stories to make people smile, but the need to eat, accumulate books, and have bedclothes to read under was ever present. She sold out, and worked as a flack, a suit, and a creative, ghosting for business leaders, rabble-rousers and politicians, and making words happen for companies, governments, causes, conditions, high-profile CEOs, low-profile celebs, and the occasional misguided royal. She still does that. She also writes for love, and so she can buy shoes, and the good cat food. More at: http://www.ainsliepaton.com.auand on Twitter @AinsliePaton.
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