Fianceé for Hire
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“Not dirty dirty…” she mumbles. “Just stuff a 12-year-old would think is funny...fart jokes.”
“Fart!” Layla says, laughing.
“I guess Layla is advanced for her age,” Jack says, laughing.
I rest my head against Jack’s big, strong shoulder. I nuzzle against him, and I whisper into his ear, “Isn’t it nice that fart jokes are the worst thing we have to worry about now? We made it, Jack.”
He smiles down at me. “We damn well earned this.”
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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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