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304 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 7, 2020
Done right, the sound of an auctioneer did have a musical, hypnotizing quality. A certain poetry. And Kay loved having poetry in her life.
Most importantly, the dying light accented the best thing about him: his whisper-sweet-nothings-in-the-dark voice. Gone was the professional detachment of the auction block, replaced with a warm softness that nestled in her ears.
“Well, Bridgette,” Bernard announced, his annoyed voice carrying across the yard. “It seems like I’ve been ordered to come over and pretend to like you.”
“And why are you going to do that? You trying to get back into my auctions?” she asked. Relief at having company relaxed her square shoulders.
“Seems Kay needs to take your class next week, and somebody has to kiss your rear-end.”
“I hope you brought lip gloss,” she replied.
He mockingly pretended to search his pockets. “Nope. Don’t have none on me. Guess I better pucker-up dry.”