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😉TEASER TUESDAY😉 . . “Is he the guy? The one who made you temporarily forget me?” I winced, sorry I’d admitted that and even sorrier that Michael hadn’t forgotten. “That … came out wrong.” “Well?” “Michael …” “I’ll take that as a yes.” Hearing the hardness in his voice, I impulsively reached for his hand to stop his withdrawal. “It’s not what you think.” He covered my hand with his other, and I shivered under his smoldering attention. There was no other word for it. He smoldered. But I was the one catching fire. “Is this your idea of fun?” “Speed dating?” I scoffed. “No, I’m in hell.” I yanked my hand out of his, remembering his actions only minutes ago. “And for the record, I don’t need you to protect me from dipshits. You embarrassed me.” “That little fucker is lucky I’m a police officer, or he’d have walked out of here with more than a red face. No one talks to you like that.” I hated how conflicted he made me feel. His actions annoyed me, but his sentiment did not. “I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time.” “Yeah, too long.” The bell rang, but Michael didn’t move. He kept his focus on my face and without looking away said to the guy hovering beside him, “Move along.” After a moment of confusion, the man departed. “Are you seriously going to stay here all night?” He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. —THINGS WE NEVER SAID (A HART'S BOARDWALK NOVEL) Preorder links in bio! 💛💜GIVEAWAY💜💛 . . WIN 1 of 2 signed paperback ARCs of Things We Never Said. This is book three in the Hart's Boardwalk series but can be read as a standalone! The giveaway is international* and closes in 48hrs. The winners will be selected at random and announced within 48hrs of the giveaway closing. To enter follow me on BookBub (link in my bio) and comment that you have below! One entry per person. . . *Excluding countries the Royal Mail does not deliver to. **Void where prohibited. ***Instagram is not affiliated with this giveaway. Impatiently waiting for the family to arrive because it means doggy easter eggs! #happyeaster #dogsofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #cavapoosofinstagram

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