Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Joshua hauled over three more boxes and stacked them on the table in front of Allison.

Allison gaped at the growing pile. "Seriously? There's still more? Aren't we only working on two cases? That's five boxes of stuff now."

Joshua's lips curled into a small, knowing smile, his eyes warm with amusement. His voice was gentle. "These aren't case files. Why don't you open them and see?"

She shot him a look, half suspicious, half curious, and leaned over to tear at the

tape.

The boxes were sealed tight, with shipping labels plastered on top-definitely deliveries.

Joshua offered her a box cutter, all smooth and casual.

"A delivery?" Allison echoed, brow furrowed. "What is this?"

"Just open it," he said, nodding at the box.

She sliced open the first one. Inside sat a sleek, designer box, the logo practically glowing. She got it instantly.

Lifting the lid, she found a flawless white handbag nestled in tissue paper.

at him. “What's this supposed to

20th-back home, couples celebrate 520 like it's a second Valentine's. If everyone else gets gifts, my Allie

eyes, a little at a loss. "We're not a couple, Joshua. You don't have to

the table, hands in his pockets, a lazy grin on his face. "That's exactly why

then let out

eyes, her voice serious, "we can't go back. Too much

letting in a warm breeze tinged with the scent of orchids. Dusk

He looked down at her, voice rough

dropped her gaze,

He bent down, bracing his arms on

locked on hers

refus

to let her

retreat.

fierce and vulnerable in the way he

magnetic. "Allie, let's try

barely above

fluttered in the breeze, then settled softly.

space between