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I barely learn his first name before he’s shielding me from bullets.
I’d come to the bank to rescue my confused grandmother, the woman who rescued me when I found myself pregnant after stupidly swiping right, curious about intimacy. Oops.
Only I find a lot more than grandma mentally visiting the 1970s.
There’s a new security guard in Wicked. A new talking parrot in the bank lobby. And contractions that can’t be labor. Absolutely, positively cannot be labor. Because I’m still weeks away from my due date, right?
Then three gunmen storm the bank.
ACK!
Seems I’ve acquired my own personal security guard, an undercover ex-Marine with protective instincts bigger than Texas. Because he’s leaning over me, making me laugh even when it hurts, whispering promises that can’t be true. Not after we just met.
“Don’t care,” he tells me, and there’s more than baby feet kicking around my belly at the heat in his eyes. “You’re mine now. You and those babies. Mine to protect. Mine to take care of.”
So now I’m praying we make it out of this bank alive. All of us: me, my unborn twins, my grandma, and the undercover ex-Marine who just promised me forever in the middle of a heist.
I really hope he means it.
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Book #1 in Wild Rose Mountain Bank Heist
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