Seduced By The Scrum-Half (Strathstow Sharks) - Plot & Excerpts
The house next door was sold. It shouldn’t be sold. It couldn’t be sold. Not until she’d collected the mail for Mrs. Phelps. As nice as her elderly neighbor was, she wouldn’t want the new owners going through her letters. Daisy Hardy leaned her head against the headrest and blew out a sigh as the cab pulled up outside her house. Head a little fuzzy from the unaccustomed alcohol she’d drunk earlier in the evening, she swiveled it around to glare at the sign. She knew she should have checked for the mail before she’d left. But as usual, the call to let her know that there were problems with the wedding her company had organized this weekend had come late, and she’d had to rush. Once, just once, she’d like her partner to be bloody organized, or even, heaven forbid, professional. She couldn’t resist the snort that escaped her. Professional was the last word she’d use to describe Simon. He’d run into problems, but rather than deal with them, he’d disappeared on fucking holiday, leaving her to rush in at the last minute to save the day.
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