Jasmine
I’m not gonna lie … when Shane made that joke about marrying me so I could get the house, I’d felt a weird tightening in my chest. Sure, I’d played it off, but a small part of me had wanted to stick out my hand and shout, “Deal!”
If only he weren’t such a sexy playboy.
It’s not like I could blame him. With that face, body, and accent, women had been throwing themselves at him since the second he’d landed on US soil.
Hell, I’d had a couple fantasies about him myself.
The first time Gabe had brought him home from college, I’d thought for sure someone had snatched him right out of my dreams and formed him just for me. Then he’d opened his mouth, and I swear, I’d come a little right there in Aunt Annabeth’s kitchen.
Luckily, no one had noticed, because it had soon become very app
