Man Scape by Vanessa Vale EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Vanessa Vale
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- Genre: Romantic Comedy
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DANIEL
I LIKED SEX. I fucking loved it. Who didn’t? I liked to remember having it,
too. Especially if it involved getting a woman pregnant.
Which I supposedly y did.
Not just anyone, but little Melly Harwood.
I had no idea who she was, but Ang made her out to be something like the
Virgin Mary. Sweet, serene and absolutely, positively not sinful. Meaning I’d
somehow corrupted and ruined her.
I didn’t mind the idea of corrupting or ruining a woman, or doing both at
the same time, as long as she was into that kind of thing. But a baby? Fuck
no.
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Several office voicemails insisted I was responsible for making one.
It had to have been immaculate conception because I hadn’t fucked any
woman in a long time. Yet I couldn’t tell Ang that. No way. I wasn’t sharing
my sex life with a sixty-something who liked to remind me she used to
change my diapers.
Who was this woman and why was she accusing me? Why was this
mysterious and saintly Melly Harwood telling me I had to take care of my
responsibilities?
Sure, I’d gotten a woman pregnant once. Accidentally. Over twenty years
ago the summer after high school graduation. And I’d taken all the
responsibility for that. Why would I start over with a baby now? I was forty
fucking years old. An empty nester. Retired business owner. A free man
ready to get out of Montana for a while. In fact, my flight to Scotland left in
four days.
I was supposed to be relaxed in my newfound retirement. I had money
and free time and it was time to enjoy both.
Until I got those messages. I always took care of my responsibilities.
Always. I couldn’t be laid back, relaxed or leaving the country until this one
was resolved.
That was why I was pissed as I stomped out of the library and called Ang.
No way were my plans being derailed because of this, of a woman accusing
me of something I sure as hell didn’t do. If she wanted something from me,
like money, this was the worst way to go about it with me.
“Pearson Tree and Landscape Service,” Ang said through the phone in
her upbeat and cheerful voice.
“Where is she?” I snarled.
“Who?” she asked, used to my moods. “Melly Harwood?”
“Of course, Melly Harwood,” I countered, as if I went after crazy women
every day. “You know well enough I left you at the office twenty minutes
ago to track her down. You said she’s the librarian. I’m at the library. She’s
not here. Find her.”
“How can I find her?”
“Don’t play dumb,” I countered. “Use your gossip network or tea spilling
club or whatever you call it and find her.”
Ang humphed through the phone then put me on hold because she
couldn’t argue with the fact that she could find someone better than a
detective or a bloodhound. Horrible jazz saxophone music filled my ear and I
winced. How had I made my customers suffer listening to that?
Not my problem any longer.
Waiting, I paced back and forth across the library’s front entry. A woman
with one hand leading a toddler and carrying a baby seat with the other
approached
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