“Clifford,” I say, “I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last woman on earth.”
“I hate you.” She sits there next to me, seething. I can almost feel the steam coming from her ears. “I hope they lock you up and throw away the key.”
“I’d rather be locked up in a cell for the rest of my life than I would be stuck here with you.” I grumble and adjust my apron around my thighs. When she catches me, she rolls her eyes.
“I hate you so much,” she says, as she stares out the window on her side.
I am well aware of how much she hates me. She has informed me of that very fact every time she has been in my presence for the past twenty-five years. And us having matching tattoos does nothing to change her feelings whatsoever.
Also by Tammy Falkner
Lake Fisher Series
Feels like Summertime
Feels like Home
Feels like Rain
Feels like Trouble
The Reed Brothers Series
Tall, Tatted, and Tempting
Smart, Sexy, and Secretive
Calmly, Carefully, Completely
Just Jelly Beans and Jealousy
Finally Finding Faith
Reagan’s Revenge and Ending Emily’s Engagement
Maybe Matt’s Miracle
Proving Paul’s Promise
Only One
Beautiful Bride
Zip, Zero, Zilch
Christmas with the Reeds
Good Girl Gone
While We Waited
Holding Her Hand
Yes, You
Always, April
I’m In It
A Reed Brothers Valentine’s Day Miracle
Don’t Doubt
Punter Sisters Series
What She Didn’t Know
What She Forgot
The Magic Series
A Lady and Her Magic
The Magic of ‘I Do’
The Magic Between Them
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