Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

And I highly doubt he would make the effort to visit every single one of those stores to find me. Mr. Fancy Pants here would have way more important things to do, like flying to Milan for his bi–monthly haircut.

own a bookstore?” comes his question while an incredulous scowl draws his brows together.

“You

Like it’s a superpower, he causes

hackles to rise a

and my ire to surface with a vengeance. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Before he can answer me, though, which is probably a good thing because he would have most likely said something to make me want to throw him in a wood–chipper, my doorbell rings.

Stomping in that direction, disregarding the rude pile of dung standing in my kitchen as if he owns it, I swing it open without looking through the peephole, and with so much force, it bangs against my hallway wall. Shir, is that a dent?

“What?” I blurt out, but I’m instantly ashamed because this is not me. I’m not impolite to strangers without cause.

The delectable young man in f

front of me hesitates for a moment, but then a slight smile lifts the corners of his mouth, “Are you Miss Harley?”

well, slap me silly and call me a giddy goose. But this gentleman has just made me feel like I’ve been dropped between the pages of a regency novel where the dapper young lad courts his lady over tea and crumpets while her ladiesmaid keeps watch. Swoon.

My embarrassment is instantaneous, but the young fellow takes pity on me and only chuckles at my ridiculousness. Opening his mouth, hopefully to tell me who he is and why he’s standing on my doorstep, his eyes catch onto something behind me. His posture suddenly becomes rigid, and his mouth shuts so quickly that I can hear his teeth clack together. I hope he has a good dental plan.

“Griffin,”

“I have your packages, sir.” Griffin says as he steps to the side, allowing a black courier van parked next to the curb in front of my house to come

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