What A Woman Wants (A Manley Maids Novel) - Plot & Excerpts
The free spirit-ness of being with her was contagious. She was like a ray of sunshine in a dingy world—oh, hell. There he went again. Sean had to chuckle at himself. Livvy created a perpetual state of happy and no one, not even he, was immune, so he ought to just stop fighting it and go along for the ride. She smiled at everyone, and everyone smiled back. It was a gift, actually, how she could turn someone’s bad mood around as if she were sprinkling pixie dust on them. Pixie dust? What the hell happened to his brain? To his vocabulary? He’d never said pixie dust in his life, not even to Mac when she’d been a kid. Of course, he hadn’t been the one reading her any bedtime stories where there could have been mention made of pixie dust, and why was he going on about this? “I was thinking I’d make scones. What flavors do you like?” Weren’t scones those tasteless flaky things the Brits loved?
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