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Golden Retriever x Black Cat 2nd Chance Romance

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Still Mine: A Second Chance Romance (The Lasker Brothers)

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“I’m here for my fiancée.”<br /> <br /> Annoyance tugs my eyebrows together as I turn. I didn’t want to deal with Noah right now, and most especially not in front of TJ. My cousin has never met Noah before, and I’d prefer to have kept it that way. An overprotective TJ is an overbearing TJ.<br /> <br /> My cousin’s jaw drops. “You’re got engaged and didn’t tell me?”<br /> <br /> “No, of course not. Noah, um, doesn’t speak English natively, so he confuses ‘fiancée’ with…” I try to think of some plausible word since “enemy” will only start a scene with TJ.<br /> <br /> “The love of his life?” Noah says, unhelpful as usual. “His future wife?”<br /> <br /> TJ looks even more confused.<br /> <br /> “Baker,” I say with a fake smile, then turn to Noah. “What are you doing here? Where’s Rim-Me?”<br /> <br /> My cousin makes a choking sound.<br /> <br /> Noah’s expression remains sweet, his eyes shining as he looks at me. He must’ve taken some acting lessons in the last several months. “Bobbi, Rammi was an unfortunate misunderstanding. Really.”<br /> <br /> “Is that what you call the future mother of your children?” My voice is sweeter and smoother than the buttercream on TJ’s cupcakes. Thankfully my cousin doesn’t try to stick himself between me and Noah. He tends to stay out of the way if he doesn’t understand the situation, unless there’s an imminent threat of violence.<br /> <br /> “She most definitely isn’t pregnant,” Noah says. “At least, not by me. Anyway, I was in the neighborhood and wanted to check up on my fiancée and get a croissant. Which you have.” He gestures at the single one left.<br /> <br /> I turn to TJ with a smile, this time genuine. “Since you’ve been such a great customer, I’m throwing this croissant in. Enjoy.”<br /> <br /> His dark eyes slide between me, Noah, then back. He shrugs his massive shoulders. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”<br /> <br /> Noah languidly watches me put the last croissant into TJ’s bag. He isn’t upset about it. What’s going through that mind of his? “I’ll pay you a grand for that croissant,” he says to TJ.<br /> <br /> “Uh…”<br /> <br /> “I’ll trade you five apple pies for it,” I say.<br /> <br /> TJ shoves his meaty hand into the bag and gives me the croissant back.<br /> <br /> As I take the flaky pastry, I let my fingers go limp. The poor thing falls with a plop on the floor. “Oops.”<br /> <br /> “You still owe me five pies,” TJ says quickly, clear on what’s important.<br /> <br /> At the same, Noah says, “Three-second rule!”<br /> <br /> “Of course,” I say to TJ as I take a step forward and stomp on the croissant. Then I slide my foot around, smearing the croissant over about five square feet of floor. “Oh, darn. I slipped.”<br /> <br /> Read STILL MINE, Free in KU<br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fdp%2FB0CL5HCG9N&amp;h=AT2bUAslDsvNQhnZeVBIPDuT22BpD-K6AnHFVSs_eM9futLlhTpIni23-VxMFyTPCvtBnPdBPtCDKh9E0dFK1zozPS5rUK5mw448I8RX6GceJf43HL9KM-eOKNVwKjuiTYL7hygNkSqpBg" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CL5HCG9N</a>

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