John Jones
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The following morning Gray woke up and the sheets beside him were empty. He was used to being walked out on in the middle of the night but never before had he been struck by such panic. She said she was going to stay! How dare she toy with him like that when he had actually believed her? Barely managing to put on a pair of pants, he rushed out to the living room and relaxed instantly when he saw Mandy. She was wearing one of his shirts and her wet hair dripped onto the tile floor as she rifled…
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Gray frowned, still unsure what she was trying to say. He decided to be uncharacteristically blunt. He was so used to playing mind games with people but it was different with Mandy. She wouldn't stand for that so he had to be honest. "I don't understand. What exactly are you offering here?" he asked. Mandy smiled at him in a way that made his heart flip in his chest. She placed a hand on the side of his face and gently caressed it. "Me. I'm offering me. You never did take me with you or even come…
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Gray's phone went off again. Mandy had replied. 'Does that extend to taking a beautiful woman out for a drink? Tonight's my night off' He actually smiled. Widely. Her courage knew no bounds. He would bite. If it was terribly boring he would abandon ship like usual. 'Sure. There's a pub a block from your steakhouse. Meet me there in an hour?' 'It's a bit of a commute for me so make it two' she responded before sending a second text. 'See you then, handsome' Ah, it was gratifying to be praised no…
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Though Mandy served a bunch of other people in her section during the time the classy guys were at the restaurant, her eyes always ended up back on them. The murderer was smiling and talking in a light, suave tone but he seemed undeniably sad to her. She wondered why that was. And the way he smiled at her when she delivered the appetizers! Her heart was completely out of control. What was wrong with her? She was too old to be acting like a schoolgirl with a crush. Just because it seemed like there…
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Amanda "Mandy" Applegate was barely scraping by. Why she had bothered to stay in New York all these years she would never know. It would have been easier to build a life for herself somewhere else—anywhere else—but she couldn't bear to leave. She was born and raised in Brooklyn and never bothered to go anywhere else. It didn't help that she didn't have the funds to move after ending up homeless with a baby in tow before even graduating high school. Her daughter was now twenty-seven and living a…
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"You want to fall in love?" Aaron asked incredulously. "You." Gray should have known his little brother wouldn't believe his sincerity. He was always so distrustful and ready to think the worst of everyone. Yes, he wanted to fall in love, was that really so hard to believe? He wanted someone to understand him and accept him as he was the way Keeley had accepted Aaron more than almost anything. It was frustrating that he wasn't able to buy his way to happiness like usual. If he wanted something…
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"Do you think the kitchen is big enough?" Violet asked as she squinted at the cupboard space. Aaron sighed quietly. It was almost the exact size as the one they had at home and she wasn't even much of a cook. Why did she care how big the kitchen was? That seemed like something Nathan would be picky about but not her. "Yes. Is that all?" he asked slightly impatiently. "No, I want to check out the second floor again," she replied before speeding up the stairs. He could faintly hear her debating…
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"Keeley, you need to take the casserole out," Aaron reminded her, shaking her out of her research-related thoughts. She scrambled for the oven mitts and pulled it out right before the cheese would have started to burn. Getting lost in Genetics Land wasn't a good idea when she was supposed to be focusing on something else. "Sorry," Keeley said sheepishly. "I was thinking about a possible new research topic." Aaron smiled. He knew how much she had been struggling to come up with something new. "Oh?…
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It seemed a lot like Violet wanted an apartment similar to the one she grew up in, including terraces and a large entertainment room. Aaron couldn't help but smile to himself as the conversation went on. He and Keeley had succeeded in building a warm, comfortable home for their children since their daughter wanted her new place to be the same. He had no such thoughts when he moved out from his parents' place all those years ago. His first house with Keeley had been opulent, sure, but there weren't any…
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Aaron had to deal with more idiots screwing things up than usual at work so by the time he got home he practically melted onto his wife's shoulder. Keeley reached up and patted his head indulgently. "What happened this time?" "Three different department heads failed to coordinate their proposals so the meeting today was a wreck. Jeremy and I spent the rest of the day trying to get them to fix their paperwork but it had us running all over the office," Aaron complained. "I'm getting too old for this…
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