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AARON
When Jackson Pettit had offered me the chance to buy the derelict shell that had been Deals on Wheels, this was the life I’d dreamed of. A spacious home built just the way I wanted it, good friends close by, a comfortable job I enjoyed, and Romi sitting on my breakfast bar in a dusky-pink silk robe, swinging her bare feet as she ate grilled un-cheese for breakfast.
She loved me.
She f*****g loved me.
It was official: I was the luckiest man on earth.
“Food okay?”
A nod.
“Want anything else?”
Another nod.
“Care to elaborate?”
She beckoned me toward her with one crooked finger.
“Mmm-hmm.”
What do you know? It turned out that Clarissa cheating was the second-best thing ever to happen to me. Because now the stars had aligned and the gods had smiled down and I had my girl.
