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Grant
Rage had me practically seeing red. What had sweet, down-to-earth Molly been doing with that arrogant, billionaire jerk?
She could do so much better than him. Even if she didn’t want to be with me, she deserved far better than that asshole. But at least he had working legs. He’d been showing them off by carrying her in his arms––something I would never be able to do without the assistance of my chair.
I tried to smile at Kristen’s warm greeting, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. She immediately noticed something was off. “What’s wrong, buttercup?”
She shifted in my lap to wait for my answer.
“It’s about a girl,” I finally mumbled.
“Oh, good,” she said as she stood up. “That’s an easy fix because no woman in her right mind would be able to resist you for long.”
“That’s not
