Axe Backwards (Maine Lumberjacks, #4)

by Daphne Elliot

In my experience, when a day starts out this badly, it’ll only get worse. Even a minor inconvenience can quickly spiral into full-blown disaster with the right set of circumstances.

My confidence rivaled that of ten mediocre men.

Surely Victoria Randolph hadn’t actually come to my door at one a.m. to hold my baby like a ponytailed superhero.

If I looked at her, I was worried I’d give in to the urge to pull over, drop to one knee, and propose just for the prospect of another kiss and to make her forget about Graham. What kind of name was that anyway? He was a pair of pleated khakis in human form.

I love you and respect your choices. Even if those choices are baffling and misguided.”

Me, a professional woman in her thirties, needed a fake boyfriend? I had a 401(k) and a nighttime skincare routine. I was supposed to be past all this juvenile shit.