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If there’s one thing I really hate, it’s when someone underestimates my intelligence. Especially when that someone is male and inconveniently hot.
It’s a time-tested truth that the best-looking men are always the absolute worst.
“What’s with the drunk goats? You spend a lot of time around alcoholic farm animals?”
She was making me smile? This was a fucking disaster. I had to get rid of her. Now.
Had I once . . . loved him? Or maybe I had indigestion, which would make much more sense.
