She would’ve bet a month’s rent his vehicle would have been in the same deplorable condition as Paradise Lost. Good thing she didn’t like to gamble. As he buckled his seat belt in preparation of heading to the shopping mecca that contained Home Depot—aka the store that would save Paradise Lost—and Piggly Wiggly—aka the supermarket that would save her and Cupcake from starvation and her pet from the roasting pan litter box—she found herself unable to stop taking surreptitious peeks at Nick from the corner of her eye. And she couldn’t figure out why. Men who looked like the morning after a rough night had never appealed to her before. She’d always been attracted to neat, orderly, clean-cut men. But for reasons she couldn’t understand, Nick Trent had grabbed her attention the instant he’d opened his door, with his bare chiseled chest and rockhard abs, and those darn unbuttoned jeans. Who answered the door like that? He’d looked like his bender had ended with a hedonistic orgy.
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