reminded him as he ran to meet Zoey at the corner.
“Hi,” he said and stole a kiss on her cheek. Startled, she lifted her fist to slap him. He caught her wrist before her palm hit his face. “Not in front of the kid. She thinks I’m your boyfriend.”
Exasperated, she pulled her hand off his. “Why do you always act like a prick every time we meet?”
He spread his arms. “A prick? Am I that bad to you?”
“Ah, forget it. I’m leaving Bessie with you and Mister Norris for a few hours.”
He frowned. “Why?”
“Why? Because I have a job interview. I can’t take her with me.”
“Why didn’t you just bring her to my mother?”
“It’s too far. I don’t have time to go there.”
“It’s only thirty minutes away from your place. You think that’s too far away while you did not mind driving for two hours coming here?”
“I did not come here specifically to see you. My interview is somewhere around this area, and they told me I can’t take a child in the building so I decided to bring her here.”
“Alright,” he nodded. It made sense now. “So you want to relocate to Foxborough?”
“Not necessarily.”
He laughed deeply under his throat. “I can’t look after her. We’re practicing.”
“That’s your problem. I’ve done you a favor. You pay me back in kind. Just babysit for me until three PM. I may come back earlier.”
“What favor?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”
He nodded. She must be referring to the change of her statement. “Alright. I appreciate what you did. So which of the offers would you like to take?”
“I’m still not sure, but if I don’t pass this interview, you have to help me find a job.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself? There’s four million dollars just waiting for your approval. I’ll deliver it to you in cold cash. Not through bank, okay. It’s not safe.”
“You think they wouldn’t suspect if you withdraw four million dollars?”
“I’ll pay you in installment, or I can borrow from my colleagues. That will be my problem. Rest assured you’ll get your four million within a month.”
She sighed. “I’ve got my pride, Troy Myers, and I don’t want to be involved in your mess any longer. Just help me find a job. That’s it, and we’re even.”
“I can replace my accountant with you.”
“Not that. I’m not an accountant.”
“So what job would you like?”
“What job can you offer? But don’t fire any of your employees for me.”
He shrugged. “Maid?”
She grunted. “You’re wasting my time.” She was about to turn away when he grabbed her arm.
“Just one more thing.”
“Get your filthy hand off me,” she demanded.
Quickly, he dropped his hand.
“You have two minutes.”
Oh, Christ. This woman is utterly boring.
“So?” She shot him a demanding, impatient stare.
He took a deep breath to prepare himself. Shit, this was totally new to him. He’d never proposed to any woman before. “Last time we met, were you serious when you asked me to marry you?”
She raised her eyebrows. “Do you think I was serious?”
“Well, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not my type, Troy Myers. I’m a Mason girl.”
He narrowed his eyes as he studied her face. Boring and lifeless long brown hair. Boring brown eyes. Arched eyebrows that made her look like a snob. Freckles across the bridge of her nothing-special-about nose. Boring pair of thin lips…
Her face was a sight of complete boredom. It bored him just looking at it. It’s not that she was ugly though. She was just plain boring. Thank goodness for her pair of tits. At least there was one interesting thing about her.
“You’re not my type either,” he returned. He did not want to comment about her boring face though, so he thought about something else to say to counter her offensive remark. “I don’t usually prefer skinny women.”
“I’m not skinny. You
“Hi,” he said and stole a kiss on her cheek. Startled, she lifted her fist to slap him. He caught her wrist before her palm hit his face. “Not in front of the kid. She thinks I’m your boyfriend.”
Exasperated, she pulled her hand off his. “Why do you always act like a prick every time we meet?”
He spread his arms. “A prick? Am I that bad to you?”
“Ah, forget it. I’m leaving Bessie with you and Mister Norris for a few hours.”
He frowned. “Why?”
“Why? Because I have a job interview. I can’t take her with me.”
“Why didn’t you just bring her to my mother?”
“It’s too far. I don’t have time to go there.”
“It’s only thirty minutes away from your place. You think that’s too far away while you did not mind driving for two hours coming here?”
“I did not come here specifically to see you. My interview is somewhere around this area, and they told me I can’t take a child in the building so I decided to bring her here.”
“Alright,” he nodded. It made sense now. “So you want to relocate to Foxborough?”
“Not necessarily.”
He laughed deeply under his throat. “I can’t look after her. We’re practicing.”
“That’s your problem. I’ve done you a favor. You pay me back in kind. Just babysit for me until three PM. I may come back earlier.”
“What favor?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t know.”
He nodded. She must be referring to the change of her statement. “Alright. I appreciate what you did. So which of the offers would you like to take?”
“I’m still not sure, but if I don’t pass this interview, you have to help me find a job.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself? There’s four million dollars just waiting for your approval. I’ll deliver it to you in cold cash. Not through bank, okay. It’s not safe.”
“You think they wouldn’t suspect if you withdraw four million dollars?”
“I’ll pay you in installment, or I can borrow from my colleagues. That will be my problem. Rest assured you’ll get your four million within a month.”
She sighed. “I’ve got my pride, Troy Myers, and I don’t want to be involved in your mess any longer. Just help me find a job. That’s it, and we’re even.”
“I can replace my accountant with you.”
“Not that. I’m not an accountant.”
“So what job would you like?”
“What job can you offer? But don’t fire any of your employees for me.”
He shrugged. “Maid?”
She grunted. “You’re wasting my time.” She was about to turn away when he grabbed her arm.
“Just one more thing.”
“Get your filthy hand off me,” she demanded.
Quickly, he dropped his hand.
“You have two minutes.”
Oh, Christ. This woman is utterly boring.
“So?” She shot him a demanding, impatient stare.
He took a deep breath to prepare himself. Shit, this was totally new to him. He’d never proposed to any woman before. “Last time we met, were you serious when you asked me to marry you?”
She raised her eyebrows. “Do you think I was serious?”
“Well, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not my type, Troy Myers. I’m a Mason girl.”
He narrowed his eyes as he studied her face. Boring and lifeless long brown hair. Boring brown eyes. Arched eyebrows that made her look like a snob. Freckles across the bridge of her nothing-special-about nose. Boring pair of thin lips…
Her face was a sight of complete boredom. It bored him just looking at it. It’s not that she was ugly though. She was just plain boring. Thank goodness for her pair of tits. At least there was one interesting thing about her.
“You’re not my type either,” he returned. He did not want to comment about her boring face though, so he thought about something else to say to counter her offensive remark. “I don’t usually prefer skinny women.”
“I’m not skinny. You
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