I"m back to adopt my sister"s baby girl.
My sister"s best friend wants her too.
She hates me. Too bad she’s stuck with me.
Because a fake marriage is our only chance at a real family.
They say I’m a playboy. Having billions makes it easy.
I can get any woman I want, except the one who really matters.
Avery – my little sister’s best friend.
Years ago, she begged me to take her.
I gave it to her, then left town.
Now I’m back and she’s not having any of my sweet-talk.
My sister died and left behind her baby girl.
Avery wants to fight me for her.
But she’s got no money. And I’ve got a bad reputation.
The only way to make this work is to work together.
We"ll say our fake vows.
Share the same bed like eager newly-weds.
I won"t take no for an answer.
Because this time, I"m not letting her go.
She has no idea. Our happily-ever-after will be very, very real.
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I tossed my jacket on the twin-size bed in my rented room and flopped down on top of it. I had to find a job. I could not be one of those statistics. I had put in my time, paid my dues, and had a shiny new bachelor"s degree and no job. Go to college, they said. You"ll make lots of money, they said.
"Ha! You have to get a job first!"
"What, dear"" Sally said, stopping at my open door.
I sat up, ran a hand through my short pixie cut, and sighed. "Nothing. Another job interview and another no. They said I didn"t have enough experience. How could I have experience" I"ve been in college for five years."
She gave me a soft smile and came to sit beside me on the bed. "It will happen, dear. Give it time. You"ve only been looking for a month."
"It shouldn"t be so hard. I went into accounting and business because that"s something people will always need. Money makes the world go around," I said.
Sally put a hand on my knee. "There"s no rush for you to move out. You just graduated. Give yourself a break."
I rubbed my hands over my face. "This is not what I had planned for myself. I envisioned graduating on Saturday and starting a new job on Monday, making lots of money and being unbelievably successful."
"You"re still young. You have plenty of time to find a job."
I ignored her, too caught up in my self-pity. "I"m twenty-five. Nobody is going to hire someone who took seven years to get a bachelor"s degree."
Sally chuckled. "It didn"t take seven years. You took some time off. You enjoyed life. That"s what young people do."
"I wished I would have gone straight to school and stayed there. It didn"t help that I changed majors. I probably look flighty. They don"t want to trust their books to a woman who couldn"t figure out if she wanted to be a scientist, an artist, or an accountant."
"You"re a spirited woman. That isn"t a bad thing. Give it time. You young people are always in such a hurry these days," she scolded.
I laughed. It was something Sally, my old"literally old"friend and landlady, said to me all the time. I had been renting a room in her house for the past year. She charged me next to nothing, claiming she should pay me to stay there since I kept her company.
"I don"t want to keep taking advantage of your hospitality, Sally."
She smiled. "You pay me. That isn"t taking advantage."
I laughed. "I pay you next to nothing, and you take care of me."
"I enjoy it, sweetie. I really do."
"Well, I hope to have my own place someday. I will miss you like crazy, but I will visit every minute I can," I promised her.
She sighed. "I hope you do. There is no rush for you to go. I do understand, though. It"s exciting to have your own place and to get to walk around your house naked."
She giggled like a woman a third her age. "I"m not so old. I used to be a hot little number back when I was your age. Strut it while you got it."
I laughed at her mention of her wild side. It was hard to imagine the prim and proper Sally ever doing anything scandalous.
My phone rang. I looked at the screen and didn"t recognize the number. I almost didn"t answer it. Something told me I should.
"Is this Avery""
"Yes. Who"s this""
The woman on the other end of the phone didn"t immediately answer.
"Do you know Tracy Colter""
Dread washed over me. "Yes. Why" What"s going on" Is she okay""
The woman cleared her throat. "I"m with the county hospital. You are her only emergency contact in her phone."
"Yes, ma"am. I"m a doctor here at the hospital. I"m sorry to inform you that Tracy passed away a short time ago."
My knees felt weak. I could feel blood rushing to my feet and followed the blood flow, falling onto the bed.
"What is it"" Sally whispered.
I turned to look at her. I couldn"t speak.
"Ma"am, are you there"" the voice said on the other end of the phone.
My mouth was so dry I couldn"t pry my tongue off the roof of my mouth. I handed the phone to Sally, who quickly took over the call. I listened from someplace far away as Sally talked with the doctor. I heard her say the name Iris and felt a fresh wave of grief wash over me.
Sally put the phone down and threw her arms around me. "I"m so sorry, hon."
"I don"t understand," I managed to get out.
Sally took a deep breath. "Tracy was in a car accident. She was semi-conscious for a short time. She told the doctors to call you. She wanted you to pick up her baby."
"She died"" I asked, knowing the answer, but my brain refused to accept it. "Iris is alive""