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Authors: Ann Everett
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voice. Too much to ask? Absolutely not.
Quinn opened the bag of chips and shoved one in her mouth. They were one of her weaknesses. She loved everything about them. Smell. Salt. Crunch. The grease on her fingers. She pulled a tissue from the box on the table, wiped her hands, took a sip of water, and continued.
4. Humor-The ability to laugh at himself and make others laugh.
5. Generosity-Must give to those less fortunate. Time or money.
Lucy roused and groomed Ethel, licking her face. Quinn smiled at the display of affection.
6. Animal lover-Or at least, animal liker. Especially cats.
7. Ambitious-He doesn’t have to be focused on climbing the corporate ladder, but have enough desire to advance in some regard.
Concentrate, she told herself. This would help keep her focused on qualified men. At her age, things couldn’t be left to chance. Her biological clock wasn’t just ticking, it was chiming like Big Ben.
8. Intelligent-Book smart is good, but for me, common sense is more important.
9. Sexually attractive-Let’s face it. I won’t get those kids I want if he doesn’t have this.
10. Dominance/Assertive-The kind where he takes charge, or makes a stand to defend his beliefs. A man comfortable with who he is. One who can be strong, but not afraid to show his softer side.
She read over the list. With some tweaking, it’d be ready to submit. If she met a guy with the majority of those points, she’d be happy. One thing was for sure. She didn’t want a man who did magic unless it was in the bedroom, and any sweet nothings whispered better not be in IM code.
CHAPTER NINE
The minute Dak pulled into his parents’ drive, an uneasy feeling crawled up his spine. He didn’t recognize the red Malibu. He’d already gotten an email from his sister earlier with pictures, so something had to be up with this. A setup hadn’t happened in a while, but now that Shelly was history, he feared the worst.
He sat in his truck for a moment, contemplating his next move. Leave. Text he had to work late. Or better yet, he’d been there, saw the car, assessed the situation, and wanted no part of it. Sim would call later to confirm his horse’s ass status. Mom would call to apologize, and swear she had nothing to do with it. Dad would call to tell Dak to be nice to his sister and mother. Dealing with three phone calls would be as bad as sitting through a dinner with a surprise date. Screw it.
He got out and lumbered across the lawn. Giggles and screams came from the backyard, so he walked around the corner of the house to the gate, and shoved it open. Rachel and Hannah ran to meet him. “Uncle Dak!”
When they reached him, he slipped an arm around each girl, lifted them, and twirled. “How’re my two favorite nieces?”
“We’re your only nieces,” Rachel said.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot that.”
“You’re silly,” Hannah said.
“That’s why you love me.” He gave each girl a kiss on the cheek and set them back on the ground.
Hanna’s big brown eyes widened. “Momma has a new girlfriend for you.”
“I don’t need one, but how does she look? Is she missing any teeth?”
The eight-year-old fell into a giggling fit, light brown curls flying in every direction. “Noooo.”
“What about her hair? Does she have some or is she bald?”
“She has long hair.”
“She’s pretty.” A year older and a carbon copy of her younger sister, Rachel crossed her arms. “And nice. She’s my substitute teacher. Mom said you couldn’t do any better.”
He arched a brow. “Did she now?” He leaned down to their eye level, putting a hand on each girl’s shoulder. “For your information, your momma doesn’t know everything.”
The backdoor opened and the matchmaker stepped to the porch. “Come inside, Dak. I have someone I want you to meet.”
He spun around and frowned. He loved his twin, but sometimes wanted to choke her. Today, he fought the urge with all he had. “Yeah.
Quinn opened the bag of chips and shoved one in her mouth. They were one of her weaknesses. She loved everything about them. Smell. Salt. Crunch. The grease on her fingers. She pulled a tissue from the box on the table, wiped her hands, took a sip of water, and continued.
4. Humor-The ability to laugh at himself and make others laugh.
5. Generosity-Must give to those less fortunate. Time or money.
Lucy roused and groomed Ethel, licking her face. Quinn smiled at the display of affection.
6. Animal lover-Or at least, animal liker. Especially cats.
7. Ambitious-He doesn’t have to be focused on climbing the corporate ladder, but have enough desire to advance in some regard.
Concentrate, she told herself. This would help keep her focused on qualified men. At her age, things couldn’t be left to chance. Her biological clock wasn’t just ticking, it was chiming like Big Ben.
8. Intelligent-Book smart is good, but for me, common sense is more important.
9. Sexually attractive-Let’s face it. I won’t get those kids I want if he doesn’t have this.
10. Dominance/Assertive-The kind where he takes charge, or makes a stand to defend his beliefs. A man comfortable with who he is. One who can be strong, but not afraid to show his softer side.
She read over the list. With some tweaking, it’d be ready to submit. If she met a guy with the majority of those points, she’d be happy. One thing was for sure. She didn’t want a man who did magic unless it was in the bedroom, and any sweet nothings whispered better not be in IM code.
CHAPTER NINE
The minute Dak pulled into his parents’ drive, an uneasy feeling crawled up his spine. He didn’t recognize the red Malibu. He’d already gotten an email from his sister earlier with pictures, so something had to be up with this. A setup hadn’t happened in a while, but now that Shelly was history, he feared the worst.
He sat in his truck for a moment, contemplating his next move. Leave. Text he had to work late. Or better yet, he’d been there, saw the car, assessed the situation, and wanted no part of it. Sim would call later to confirm his horse’s ass status. Mom would call to apologize, and swear she had nothing to do with it. Dad would call to tell Dak to be nice to his sister and mother. Dealing with three phone calls would be as bad as sitting through a dinner with a surprise date. Screw it.
He got out and lumbered across the lawn. Giggles and screams came from the backyard, so he walked around the corner of the house to the gate, and shoved it open. Rachel and Hannah ran to meet him. “Uncle Dak!”
When they reached him, he slipped an arm around each girl, lifted them, and twirled. “How’re my two favorite nieces?”
“We’re your only nieces,” Rachel said.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot that.”
“You’re silly,” Hannah said.
“That’s why you love me.” He gave each girl a kiss on the cheek and set them back on the ground.
Hanna’s big brown eyes widened. “Momma has a new girlfriend for you.”
“I don’t need one, but how does she look? Is she missing any teeth?”
The eight-year-old fell into a giggling fit, light brown curls flying in every direction. “Noooo.”
“What about her hair? Does she have some or is she bald?”
“She has long hair.”
“She’s pretty.” A year older and a carbon copy of her younger sister, Rachel crossed her arms. “And nice. She’s my substitute teacher. Mom said you couldn’t do any better.”
He arched a brow. “Did she now?” He leaned down to their eye level, putting a hand on each girl’s shoulder. “For your information, your momma doesn’t know everything.”
The backdoor opened and the matchmaker stepped to the porch. “Come inside, Dak. I have someone I want you to meet.”
He spun around and frowned. He loved his twin, but sometimes wanted to choke her. Today, he fought the urge with all he had. “Yeah.
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