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I hope this email finds you doing better than I am. As you're reading this, I'm sobbing at the fact that my baby boy is 18 years old today. In Australia, that means he's legally an adult and can drink in a pub and visit nightclubs. I knew this day had to come but I didn't think it would sneak up on me so quickly. Later this month, we'll also be attending his graduation ceremony. It's the month of milestones and the closing of a momentous chapter in his life and ours. We no longer have any children at school and we have four adults living in our house. I think I need a hug! On a brighter note, though, I'm excited to see where life takes him next.

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I'm currently writing the first draft of Finn's story for the Falling for the Enemy anthology which releases on June 6, 2023.

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It's probably too early to be sharing Finn's story, but this was too funny not to share. This is really rough and will probably change, but here's a snippet ...

—Finn—

I look back at Mr. Muscles. “You’re not Harry?”

He shakes his head. “Nope.”

Right. “I’ll head inside, then.”

Opening the door, I step inside to find the woman I saw making coffee earlier and make my way toward the counter. When she notices me, her smile is instant and it looks even more spectacular up close like this. “I’m sorry we’re closed, but if there’s something in the cabinet you’d like, I can easily wrap it to go for you.”

“Sorry. Not a customer. I’m here to speak with Harry. Is he around?”

She tilts her head to the side and her bright green gaze studies me closely. “And may I ask who you are?”

I realize how rude I’ve been, so I hold out my hand. She slides hers into mine and I swear a tingle of electricity shoots through my fingers and makes its way up my arm. I snap my eyes back up to hers to see if she felt it too, but there’s no indication that she felt anything. “I’m Finn Brady. The owner of the—”

She snatches her hand from mine and narrows her eyes at me. Those sparks I was feeling in my hand are now shooting from her eyes. “Pub next door,” she snaps. “The man who thinks that what happens down our street and to the businesses around him aren’t his problem.” Her words are laced with venom as she folds her arms across her chest, drawing my eyes down to her moderate-sized breasts. Anything more than a handful or mouthful is a waste anyway—a smirk touches my lips. “You think that’s funny?”

I snap my gaze back up to her face. “Huh? What’s funny?”

“You just smirked at me, you arrogant ass.” She huffs. “You think it’s funny that your patrons run amok and create havoc for the neighboring businesses.”

“No. Of course not. Look, I came to speak with Harry about it. Would you mind telling him I’m here to see if we can come to some kind of agreement?”

Snickers sound from the front door and I peer over my shoulder to find the man and woman from a few moments ago watching us.

“I am Harry,” the woman behind the counter snaps, drawing my attention back to her.

“What?” That can’t be right. “You’re Harry?”

“Yep. Do you have a problem with that?” she taunts.

I drop my gaze back to her tits, then slowly make my way to her gorgeous face, noting the freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. “Not at all.”

Well, life just got interesting.

—Harriet—

The nerve of this asshole. A hot asshole—with his sandy tousled hair, perfect amount of scruff on his stupidly handsome face, and broad shoulders tapering down to a trim waist—but an asshole just the same. Ugh! I shouldn’t be noticing any of that because the man standing in front of me is an arrogant, self-centered jerk. I’m glad I’m wearing my full apron today or he’d be able to see my nipples trying to break through my bra under his perusal.

I’m not sure what I was expecting my business neighbor to look like, but it certainly wasn’t this. In my mind, I imagined an older, balding man with a pronounced beer belly.

“Have you finished checking out my boobs?” I snap.

Tilting his head to the side, he rubs his temple with his finger, a smirk touching his lips. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be finished checking out your boobs, to be honest.”

Oh shit! I can’t believe he just said that. Heat races up through my body, heating my neck and cheeks.

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