Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver lay sprawled in the same spot Josefina had once occupied, staring blankly at the ceiling above. His phone broke the silence with its insistent ringtone. He reached over, swiped the screen, and put it to his ear.

"Hey, Ollie, how's it hangin'? Must be tough, leaving the agency and getting back to the Baldwin clan's daily grind."

Oliver listened to the old man's voice, as detached and emotionless as ever. "What do you want?"

The old man's chuckle was warm and teasing. "You're still as frosty as a winter in Chicago, kiddo. I'm calling 'cause I wanna set you up. You seeing anyone? If not, I've got the perfect match for ya." Oliver's reply was curt. "I'm taken. No need to play Cupid."

The old man wasn't deterred. "Oh? And who's this girl? She can't hold a candle to my protégé. She's a real knockout, kind-hearted, and cute as a button. Nimble, smart as a whip, and the apple of her brothers' eyes. You sure you're not interested?"

"Not in the slightest."

you, skip out on this one, and you'll be kickin' yourself for

the queen of my heart." With that, Oliver hung up. The old man, fuming, slammed his hand on the table. "That little rascal! How dare he snub my protégé!" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

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a smile. "Who's gotten

tried to set him up with you, and he had

be the best in your eyes, but that doesn't make me the best pick for everyone. Parents

always know how

honest. Besides, who says I'd even like

just trying to bring some sunshine into his dreary life. I wouldn't bother

drifting to Oliver's passionate kiss. Blushing, she

beau? You're in a

are you talking about? I'm at work. There's a

yourself, Josie. Don't work too hard. I