He got me to admit that I’d snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark. Turned out, it wasn’t just his voice that was sexy. A deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too.ĭonovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange. You see, I’d gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I’d grabbed the wrong suitcase.Īfter checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag. A sexy new stand-alone from number one New York Times best seller Vi Keeland.īefore I even met Donovan Decker, I knew his shoe size.
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