Fake Wife by Sierra Rose

Author:Sierra Rose [Rose, Sierra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, romance
Publisher: Dark Shadows Publishing
Published: 2017-10-30T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

I was awakened the next morning by loud banging. Frustrated, I waved my hand at the noise, as if I could somehow shoo it away, but it only grew louder. I grimaced and buried my head under the pillow on the couch where I’d fallen asleep. When silence resumed, I let out a sigh of relief and settled back into the cushions, ready to sleep another day away. I felt myself drift right back into sweet lumber.

Suddenly, the banging from before returned and made me jump and roll right off the couch.

“Shit!” I snapped as my face slapped against the hardwood floor. “Who is knocking on the door so hard this early?”

All the dogs barked and whined, scratching at the door and looking at me in a panic.

Wincing, I pushed to my feet. “Who is it?” I yelled.

“Jaime, it’s me, please open up.”

Figures he’d show up early in the morning to drive me insane, I thought, fuming mad.

“Sorry, Charlie. It’s too damn early, and I’m pretty homicidal before my coffee,” I yelled through the door.

“I’ll take my chances. Just open up,” he repeated, “and I hope you’re wearing something decent.”

“A nightgown,” I informed him, even though it was none of his business. “A flannel one, with a robe.”

“Sexy.”

“You wish.”

“A guy can dream, right?” he said with a chuckle that I could hear through the door.

“Yeah, and you can keep dreaming, mister,” I said as I ran my fingers quickly through my hair. I reached for the door and opened it a crack, using my leg to keep the dogs back. “I’m so happy you stopped by...but I was sleeping. Maybe we can catch lunch a little later. My treat. But please don’t expect anything fancy. How about the lunch special at the diner?”

“But I’m here for something else.”

“And what’s that?”

“It’s moving day, baby!” he said, with far more excitement in his voice than I felt. “I’ve got a van and three guys here, ready to get you, your gear, and your pups outta this place. Up and at ‘em, sunshine,” he announced brightly.

“Wait. Movers? Why? I mean—”

He laughed. “You didn’t expect me to haul all your shit to my place myself, did you? Did you think we were going to strap Oreo up like a pack mule or something?”

“I never said I was going to marry you, dumbass,” I said, too tired and confused to really understand what was going on. “Please go away, Charlie. I’m not in the mood for the flirting...or your schemes.”

“Jaime, wait,” he said and put his hand in the door just as I tried to close it. “Ow! Damn it, woman!” He yelped and jumped back, shaking his hand. “You almost broke my fingers...you won’t give me the time of day and I’m gonna need that hand!”

“That’s just not right, Charlie,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“No, what’s not right is slamming a guy’s hand in the door at the crack of dawn when he’s just trying to help you out.”

“Look, I’m sorry, but maybe

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