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Sometimes second chances come with a price.
The last thing I need in my life is a man. Been there, done that. Have the vindictive ex and the lawyer bills to prove it. I definitely shouldn’t be noticing Josh Devereaux’s smile. Or his abs.
But he’s persistent, I’ll give him that. And it’s just one night. Or at least it was supposed to be.
And the question isn’t if you’ll pay, but how much.
What are the odds of Ella Ingraham walking into a bar in Horatio, Arkansas? Pretty high, apparently, because here she is. Smiling. Flirting. Look damn good in those Daisy Dukes.
I shouldn’t even be talking to her, let alone asking her to dinner and thinking about dessert. But she doesn’t know who I am or what I’ve done. If I’m careful, I can keep it that way.