Mr. July

Mr. July

Charm. Old money. A six-pack. Loves dogs. He’d be the perfect guy–if I wasn’t suing him. Mr. Hot-shot lawyer has no idea I’m the girl he swore he’d have his day in court with. I lied. Gave him a fake name. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when we’d meet again in small claims. But the kiss we shared under the stars was explosive. Fueled by months of pent-up anger. Maybe he had figured out who I was, after all, the girl who fell for Mr. July. She thinks she’s playing me. Newsflash: I’m playing her. ...