Paper Wedding, Best-Friend Bride
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Except the house. The house was finally finished. Finally, he was living in one of the places he’d built.
Finally, Jonathan Bear, that poor Indian kid who wasn’t worth anything to anyone, bastard son of the biggest bastard in town, had his house on the side of the mountain and more money than he would ever be able to spend.
And he was bored out of his mind.
Boredom, it turned out, worked him into a hell of a temper. He had a feeling Hayley Thompson wasn’t strong enough to stand up to that. But he expected to go through a few assistants before he found one who could handle it. She might as well be number one.
“You’ve got the job,” he said. “You can start tomorrow.”
Her eyes widened, and he noticed they were a strange shade of blue. Gray in some lights, shot through with a dark, velvet navy that reminded him of the ocean before a storm. It made him wonder if there was some hidden strength there.
They would both find out.
“I got the job? Just like that?”
“Getting the job was always going to be the easy part. It’s keeping the job that might be tricky. My list of reasons to hire you are short—you showed up. The list of reasons I have for why I might fire you is much longer.”
“You’re not very reassuring,” she said, her lips tilting down in a slight frown.
He laughed. “If you want to go back and work for your daddy, do that. I’m not going to call you. But maybe you’ll appreciate my ways later. Other jobs will seem easy after this one.”
She just looked at him, her jaw firmly set, her petite body rigid with determination. “What time do you want me here?”
“Seven o’clock. Don’t be late. Or else...”
“You’ll fire me. I’ve got the theme.”
“Excellent. Hayley Thompson, you’ve got yourself a job.”
Copyright © 2017 by Maisey Yates
ISBN-13: 9781488011504
Paper Wedding, Best-Friend Bride
Copyright © 2017 by Sheree Henry-Whitefeather
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