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“Yeah, I don’t think we tried the ‘extra’ spin cycle.” She pulled him out the door.
Sometimes domesticating a heartbreaker was way better than fixing him…
Acknowledgments
Thank you for the awesome eleven other women in this set. It has been amazing to work with such a talented group of women. You inspire me.
To Mary-Theresa Hussey, thank you for editing and your patience with my love affair with commas.
To Sarah H. My for reading and not hurling. You Rock!
To my besties Sherry Willingham and Pat Anderson. It wouldn’t be the story it is without you. Besties forever.
Lastly to the readers for reading. Thank you.
About the Author
I love Princess Bride, Young and the Restless, Days of our Lives – the drama is deliciously addictive. Big Bang Theory but will take Wolowitz over Cooper. Star Trek not Star Wars. Undercover Boss, Secret Millionaire – any story that shows the little guy making it. I follow the Buffalo Bills like a religion. I am spellbound by showjumping and equestrian eventing. I love curling up and reading all books – no genre is off-topic. I grew up in New Zealand. I like ironing, I hate peas, love donkeys, I play a killer game of Scrabble. I will often be heading towards the fridge for another Diet Coke. I eat nothing with legs and believe wine goes with everything, oh and I’m an expert at finding new and inventive ways to avoid exercise.
I live in the sparkly beachside suburb of Redondo Beach in California with my fake Gordon Ramsay and two boys who speak in mystifying grunts.
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A Letter from John Stone
He slid his finger beneath the clasp of the manila envelope then pulled out the thick stack of papers. It was the same documents he knew the other eleven guys would be receiving today. Three days since they’d all received the same phone call. Three days since John Stone had taken his final breaths.
Starting to toss the documents to one side, he stopped as he noticed a sealed letter. On it, in John’s barely legible, scrawling handwriting was his name. He lifted it from the rest of the papers. This was what he wanted to read, rather than the court documents outlining John’s final estate dispersal—in which each of the twelve of them were surprised to find they’d been named. But the letter drew his attention. It was more than something John had left them. These were his final words, the last thing he’d say to any of them.
Tearing the envelope open from the corner, he pulled the single page from within.
To the Dirty Dozen,
If you’re reading this, I’ll owe that damn doctor a bottle of Jack because he was right and this old ticker of mine didn’t hold out as long as I planned. Hopefully one of you can cover that debt for me.
I have to say, I don’t regret one moment of my life or being able to share it with the likes of you boys. I know we didn’t always see eye to eye on all of my rules, but it has been nothing but a pleasure watching you grow up into the kind of men I’m proud to call mine.
I know most of you thought I wasn’t watching, but I was. I saw you fall, but I also knew you’d rise up again. And that is the last rule I wanted you all to learn, and the one I couldn’t teach you –
A real man isn’t always right, but he is always willing to right his wrongs.
I have no doubt each of you will make the right choices. Don’t think for one second that I won’t come back to haunt your asses if you don’t. Make me proud, boys.