She doesn't even know how to play. BANNER If I had a dollar for every time Jared Foster broke my heart, I'd have exactly one dollar. One night. One epic fail. One dollar... and I'm out. I've moved on. I've found success in a field ruled by men. Anything they can do, I have done better. They can keep the field while I call the shots, blocking them when I have to. And Jared has the nerve to think he gets a second chance? Boy, please. Go sit down. Have several seats. I'll just be over here ignoring the man carved from my fantasies with a lust-tipped chisel. Oh, I didn't say the struggle wasn't real. But I've got that one dollar, and Jared won't have me. PURCHASE A COPY |
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