Valentine's with the Single Dad (The Single Dads of Seattle Book 7) by Whitley Cox

Author:Whitley Cox [Cox, Whitley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Whitley Cox
Published: 2020-01-17T16:00:00+00:00

One week to go.

One week until V-day.

More like D-day.

Judgment day.

And of course, Doneen had called and texted Lowenna three times that day, adding on more specifications for the guest favors, the chocolate-covered strawberries and the centerpiece. She wanted gold ribbons for all the boxes. But no glitter on the ribbon because glitter was tacky, and the bows had to be off center, not in the middle, because off center was classier. She wanted two chocolates in each box, but two different chocolates. Because how would it look if guest A and B each received chocolates and guest A got a salted caramel chocolate bonbon and pistachio cream bonbon, while poor little guest B only got two strawberry and basil cream bonbons.

Oh, the horror.

The humanity!

Surely, guest B would be beside themselves and write Doneen and Brody a scathing letter, going into detail about just how slighted they felt, how completely and utterly devastated only one flavor of chocolate made them feel.

For fuck’s sake.

She could not wait until all this shit was over. Until she was done with her sister and Brody and their ostentatious, pompous-ass wedding once and for all.

Busy assembling guest favor boxes, she cracked her neck side to side a few times to relieve the ache from standing in one spot for several hours with her head bent just so. It was after hours, and the shop was closed, but she had so much to do, she couldn’t just head home like her staff.

Sometimes she listened to podcasts when she was forced to work late, other times music, but tonight she was enjoying the silence. Enjoying the quiet.

Doing a quick count of how many boxes she had assembled, she was thrown off her counting when her phone on the counter made a little whoop, whoop.

If it was Doneen with more changes, she was going to rip out her hair. Then she was going to go find her sister and rip out her hair too.

She peeled off her latex gloves, grabbed the bottle of wine she was using to help her get through the evening and picked up her phone, tipping the bottle up into her mouth at the same time she brought up the text message.

It was from Mason.

He’d gone a little weird Sunday night at his place after dinner, first being all flirty and sweet and then cold and withdrawn, only to end the night with a kiss to her knuckles and a smoldering look she’d deposited directly into her spank bank.

Tuesday and Thursday’s dance lessons had been fine, though. He was his old, charming self, twirling her around the dance floor and only stepping on her toes twice.

He really was improving while at the same time confusing the crap out of her.

She brought up his message.

It was a link to a video along with a message.

In case you haven’t started preparing the guest favors yet, you might want to check this out.

She clicked the video link and took a sip from the wine bottle at the same time.

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