He looked at the clock. He should call Bridget back and tell her he’d changed his mind. He’d checked his schedule, he couldn’t do it.
This was already way more complicated than he liked his life, and he hadn’t even started the job yet.
Of course, if he did tell her the deal was off, then he’d have to explain it to Fred.
And the truth was, he missed Fred. They had talked on a more or less daily basis for a whole lot of years. Fred was what he had left of family. The old guy was solid as a rock, loyal and wise.
And Fred liked Bridget Daisy.
“Okay,” Justin bargained with the ceiling. “I’m doing the job. I’ll do most of it while she’s at work. It will be like my good deed for the year. There won’t be any more thoughts of her eyes or her lips or hands in her hair. Not a single one. I will be a perfect gentleman.”
There was only one problem. He wasn’t quite sure how to be a perfect gentleman.
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