When her boss suggests a plan to distract her matchmaking family, Amber immediately envisions sweet moments and impending disaster. From my Snowflake Valley book, One Week to Win Her Boss:
“We’ll pretend we’re a couple,” Michael explained. “As long as you don’t jump every time I come near you, the way you did just now, we’ll be fine.”
That little jump was nothing compared to the happy-dance going on inside her. What a fool. Yet, already visions sweeter than sugarplums were scrolling through her mind, scenes of her holiday afternoon filled with gifts. Michael’s hand in hers. Michael’s arm around her waist. Michael holding her close as—
“I’m sure we’ll manage to get through one dinner.”
What? She blinked. “One dinner? You think that’s all it will be?” She gestured with the plate she held. “That’s about as likely as my making this sail across the room.”
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