Fistful Of Roses (What A Woman Wants, Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
She was not a morning person, and most of the time she ended up stuck in early traffic because she couldn’t get her ass in gear. Today was no different. She pulled into the MARTA station, already late, and boarded her train.Twenty minutes later she was disembarking at Arts Center Station and headed toward One Atlantic Center where ATC’s offices were located. Normally, this wasn’t a bad walk, but today it was raining, a chilly, wet, late-autumn drizzle. She’d brought her umbrella, thank goodness, and a smile creased her face as she remembered Friday’s fiasco in the lobby.Gigi hadn’t ridden with her this morning. She’d called in sick, which was a relief for Sophie. They were supposed to have gone to the Music Midtown Festival Saturday, but her friend had come down with a stomach bug and begged off. Sophie’d been fine with not going out.More than fine, actually, as she’d sat on her sofa all weekend wrapped in Ryan’s suit coat. And this morning, while she didn’t wish Gigi sick, she was glad she’d had to answer no questions about Friday night.She smiled as others passed her and hurried across the wet pavement to work.
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