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Golden Retriever x Black Cat 2nd Chance Romance

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

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“Just the piece for a romantic proposal.”<br /> <br /> I look down at it again, then at my finger. My smile widens. “Yup. Super romantic.” I picture the life I could have with a loving husband, our wonderful children and Señor Mittens in a beautiful house, and building a fulfilling and loving—<br /> <br /> Noah’s voice shatters the reverie. “You’re going to propose?”<br /> <br /> What the…?! I whip my head around and there he stands, wearing a slightly stunned expression.<br /> <br /> He looks unfairly handsome in a loose T-shirt and shorts, his hair tousled and stubble covering his square jaw. I used to love running my fingers over his chin, feeling the roughness there against my fingertips and marveling at how different we were, yet how compatible.<br /> <br /> The incredulity on Noah’s face is replaced by narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow, like he’s upset. Good. Why should I be the only one suffering over his whim to butt back into my life?<br /> <br /> “Since when did you start playing for the other team?” he asks, apparently taking my silence as a yes.<br /> <br /> I mime checking a watch. “Since about, ah, half-past never. If you must know, I’m looking for a suitable ring for me and my future husband.”<br /> <br /> “Your future husband?” Noah repeats like he can’t compute. “Who?”<br /> <br /> “The specific who isn’t the point right at the moment. I’m not waiting for somebody to give me my dream. I’m manifesting him.”<br /> <br /> He pauses, unblinking, for a full three beats. “You’re manifesting a husband.”<br /> <br /> It’s like I just told him I plan to hike barefoot to Mars. His reaction only makes me more annoyed, hurt and determined. “Yes. A good, reliable man. Someone I can depend on. Do you think I’m incapable of attracting a man like that?”<br /> <br /> He looks like he just got punched in the solar plexus. “I—”<br /> <br /> “Actually, don’t answer. I don’t need your bad mojo ruining this moment.” I don’t need a reply to know. His crappy treatment of me is response enough. I was somebody he screwed, nothing more. All I got out of our “relationship” were lies and disappointment.<br /> <br /> “Bobbi, a husband is a serious matter. You—”<br /> <br /> “Yes. Even more serious than a committed boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.”<br /> <br /> “You can’t just go and propose to some random guy,” Noah continues doggedly, sounding betrayed and…with a hint of worry? Maybe even anxiety?<br /> <br /> I put on a smile as sweet as my buttercream. “Oh, it won’t be to just any guy. But don’t worry. That guy will never be you.” I turn to Jessica. “Can we discuss payment options?”<br /> <br /> Noah shoves a black AmEx at Jessica. “Here. My fiancée isn’t going to pay for her own ring.”<br /> <br /> I freeze, unable to process what I just heard. There’s no way he just called me his fiancée.<br /> <br /> Then bitterness starts to swell in my heart. If he’d said this maybe even a year ago, I might’ve been ecstatic. But now? Now there’s only pain and resentment. He must consider me a complete idiot to think I’ll keep playing this game with him. Especially when the only prizes are my torment and a broken heart.<br /> <br /> Jessica glances at me, her eyes uncertain, then back at Noah and starts to reach for the credit card.<br /> <br /> I snatch it out of Noah’s hand and slap it against his chest, putting some real force into it. “Who are you calling your fiancée?”<br /> <br /> “You.”<br /> <br /> “Since when? I haven’t heard a proposal.”<br /> <br /> “You want me to do it right? No problem.” He instantly drops to one knee, like he’s been dying for a chance.<br /> <br /> Once again, a year ago I would’ve been teary with joy. But now I know he isn’t serious. He’s only doing this because he can’t bear the idea of losing one of the toys he occasionally pulls out and plays with. “No. I don’t want you to do anything at all, because I’m not your fiancée. And you aren’t going to be my husband.”<br /> <br /> He looks like I just backhanded him. “What’s wrong with me?”<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=AT2yU8w2SZqIU9AFKr9dJlqdMyi7Z-We0J3RLhQBuTaUNTpXtfRnz5H1tsPPxy8FuX0lDB1_ptzbRz0zRS4hZKIJLgYls7T7XiSAnqmT6rK-wVKtFZxyae1zzsr8zQT2JcYjbuLwWTqDbg" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CL5HCG9N</a>

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