Flash Marriage To The Mysterious Doctor

dates does thi

ndows of the coffee shop, but inside, the air wa

ily toward the man across from her. She parted her lips-a dee

ed his overcoat, what remained was a charcoal cashmere sweater that

d back against the booth, his posture radiating an a

of them wo

xa's face. She toyed with the small spoon in h

ft. "I didn't want

arrogant man she'd ever sat across f

dark hair to his broad shoulders, slow and deliberate, like she was

Upper East Side, six-figure savings," she gestured vaguely at him, "So if you're

ing down on the table, his mouth tugg

with your mother. Twenty-three failed blind dates and counting." He paused, his d

é, as

something almost like amusement.

e. I support myself, I make my own decisions, and I don't see the appeal of bringin

e laugh. "Then we're in the same boat." He met her

edges. "You really don't hold

g I can discuss, I'll discuss openly." His tone was light, but there was an edge of calculation

at clears things up. I won't

r her coat, an

ave a proposition. Hear me out. If it works f

mother. I'm not looking for a relationship. I work sixty hours a week, and I'm drowning in debt mess left

uid in his glass, watching the way it clung to th

raight to the heart of her desperation. It left her speec

e condensation cold against her

red of this circus as I am, we could solve each other's problem. Get the paperwork done. Satisfy both f

the tabletop, a slow, steady rh

fell s

rmed-sharp, seductive, a

olleagues who thought something must be wrong with her. No more family d

al, structu

w tigh

out it. Give m

card. It was thick, expensive cardstock, with a name and

edge of the card pricked her fingerti

on. They were a command. The pressure was immense, a physical weig

and she could feel his gaze on her back, an intense, possessive st

air rushed in. Donovan moved, positioning his body to block the worst of the wind

Donovan opened the passenger door, then

her hand, Alexa gave a stiff, fo

her back straight and her steps determined, refusing

ust sat there, the windshield wipers sweeping back and forth, tracking the lonely fi

exa stared at the gold lettering on the business card. Donovan Beasley. The name felt

t of sudden, jarring stillness, the decision solidified. She wasn't just drown

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