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Moira woke the following day not feeling any better than she had when she’d crawled into bed. Instead of restful sleep, she’d been plagued by thoughts of Jimmy having ulterior motives. Liam said Jimmy was looking for a doormat, but he’d never treated Moira with anything other than respect. If anything, he was too…polite. Damn, she didn’t even have an adequate word for him. It was more than courtesy.
If he viewed her as a doormat, wouldn’t he have exhibited those tendencies? Granted, they’d only been on one real date, but she’d known him most of her life.
While she’d been at the reception and fighting with Liam, she’d forgotten to turn the volume up on her phone and she’d missed a call from one of the escort services. At least she assumed that’s who they were. A very polite woman left
