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A mi nuevo jefe le gustan las reglas, pero hay una que nadie se atreve a romper. Tocarle la banana. En serio. El tío es un adicto al potasio o algo. Si nos ponemos tiquismiquis, la verdad es que me la metí en la boca. Y la mordisqueé... Incluso me la tragué. Lo sé. Soy una chica mala, malísima. Y luego lo vi, y te lo creas o no, atragantarte con la banana de un tío no es la mejor manera de causar una buena impresión.

¿Que cómo la conocí? A ver, un caballero no alardea. Menos mal que yo no soy un caballero. En primer lugar, pagué por su cereza... (su tarta de cereza, aunque no viene a cuento). Luego la desfloré. ¿Después? Le dejé mi tarjeta de visita y salí de allí pavoneándome. Sí, ya ves que lo nuestro fue un flechazo. Hailey: ¿Que cómo conocí a William?

She’s just temporary, a momentary blip in my life. Although I have to admit she’s quite attractive, as far as blips go. She’s also the first person my son has ever actually liked, which has to count for something. I’ve always been the kind of man to keep my plans flexible. Adaptation is key. Just like I’ve had to adapt to having a beautiful woman waiting for me when I get home every night - temporarily, of course.

The wedding was going to be a fake. The only catch was nobody could know. Not even my wedding planner. Now the wedding planner thinks I’m the world’s biggest bastard. She thinks I’m in love with the woman I’m supposed to marry. She thinks a lot of things, but she doesn’t know the truth. She’s got no idea she’s going to fall for me by the time this thing is over.

A small town is the last place I ever thought I’d find myself, but I’m desperate to save my failing business, and a mysterious client makes an offer I can’t turn down. She wants me to match her with the man of her dreams, and if I pull it off, she’ll pay me more than I can imagine. But when a cowboy everybody calls “Country” welcomes me to town with a “get lost” and a side of drop-dead gorgeous, well, things get a little more complicated. I mean, what kind of woman wouldn’t go following a guy like that back to his ranch?

You know that instinct to run when something bad is coming? Yeah. I apparently missed out on that one. Because when Damon Rose came, instead of running, I got pregnant.