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“A rabid poodle?” “Yeah, all frills and bows on the outside, but snarling and vicious deep down.”
“You just called me a rabid poodle.” Jackson grinned. “Yeah, but I’m a dog person.”
Jackson didn’t believe in love at first sight or fairy tale romances, but he did believe there was such a thing as soulmates, and when you find that one person you just know. He’d never tell a single soul that he had decided, while in line at the grocery store, that mouthy, brazen, beautiful Dayton Daniels was the one for him. He especially would never tell Dayton. Still, if Jackson was a betting man, he’d put money on Dayton being his person.
Elite, a company he’d built from nothing to more than six offices around the country, even with the men he hired and their tendency to marry his clients.
The only opinion I’ve ever cared about is mine…and my mama’s…‘cause she scares me.”
“What am I going to do with you?” “I have an alphabetized list,” Day assured him. “We’re at F for frotting.”
I’ve known you my whole life. I just hadn’t found you yet.
