MABI
— How can I be the number 1 author in romance novels if I can't understand a man's head? — I asked my backpacks, while I finished closing some things. — Maybe that's why it's number 1. Damn! — I said, at the same time that I knew I needed to run with those things, grab my notebook and work on promoting the e-book. At least in the new job, I was in luck.
With Ian, things were more still than ever. We exchanged few words a day, and he seemed to want to disappear and get busy with work. I felt him in the middle of the night, invading my room and touching my belly, talking to our son. However, as soon as I moved, he practically ran away. That man was such a mess that after a week of that, I was about to grab his head, hit the wall and force him to tell me what was happening inside.
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