Page 49 of Fair Trade (New York Monarchs #2)

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I’m allergic to dust.

And I made the mistake of opening a box in my office closet that holds old company files. I had forgotten how dusty they’ve gotten over the years. But by the time I found the file I was looking for, it was already too late.

The sneezing and watery eyes had taken over.

I knew if I took a simple antihistamine pill, I would be good as new within the hour.

It really was only allergies, but there’s no chance in hell I’ll stop my wife and her family from fussing over me.

In fact, I’m going to take great pleasure in it.