LOGINKiera Hart was a kindergarten teacher, until the day she was the only thing standing between her kids and a man with a gun. Kiera was injured and can no longer be in a classroom without having a panic attack. A year later she has just moved to New York and started a new job, a quite boring job. But before she can even settle in, her boss, William Lund needs help in a family matter… a matter that has her fake married to her handsome icy boss, a boss she was told is gay. How will Kiera handle it when she starts falling in love with her fake husband, not to mention her bond with the cutest little girl in the world, Frida.
View More*Kiera* As we pull into the parking garage, a surge of excitement washes over me. The last couple of days feels like a montage of joyful moments, and I can hardly wait to see how Frida will bloom with Webby. I glance at her, and her face is lit up with that same infectious grin, the anticipation palpable. “Okay, Frida, let’s get you sorted for bath time,” I say as we step out of the car. Webby, nestled in her lap, wiggles with enthusiasm, his tiny tail a blur of golden fluff. Frida nods, her determination shining bright. “I want him to be there with me,” she insists, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “He can’t miss my first bath with him.” I chuckle and shake my head. “Okay, but he can’t be in the shower with you. Just in the bathroom so he can cheer you on.” “Deal!” she replies, her expression triumphant as she wheels herself into the elevator, Webby panting happily beside her. Once inside, I assist her in getting set up in the bathroom. The space is filled with soft pastel co
*Kiera* The private jet hums softly around us, a comforting backdrop to the excitement bubbling in my chest. I glance over at Frida, her face aglow with anticipation as she cradles Webby in her lap. The little golden retriever puppy is squirming and pawing at her, occasionally letting out a tiny yip that makes us all laugh. I can’t help but smile at the sight; it’s like watching a living embodiment of joy. “This is the best day ever!” Frida declares Tina smiling from behind her book at her happiness. Frida’s eyes sparkling as she strokes Webby’s fluffy head and I can see her determination shining through, the way she’s already planning how to walk him soon, her spirit unyielded by her circumstances. “I’m going to teach him all the tricks. And we’re going to have puppy playdates.” “Absolutely! Just think of all the parks we can explore,” I say, leaning closer to her. “You’ll be the coolest kid on the block with Webby by your side.” Frida beams at me, her enthusiasm infectious. “And
*Will*The afternoon sun streams through the hotel room's large window, casting a warm glow across Frida's beaming face as she cradles the tiny golden retriever puppy in her lap. I can’t help but smile; her joy is infectious. The fluffball, with its oversized paws and floppy ears, seems to be just as smitten with her, its little tail wagging furiously as it nuzzles into her embrace.“Okay, little buddy,” Frida says, her voice bubbling with excitement. “You need a name! What should we call you?”I watch as she strokes the puppy’s soft fur, her eyes sparkling with possibilities. The room is cozy and bright, filled with the remnants of our earlier chaos… bags strewn about, toys, and the last few crumbs of the pastries we’d brought back from the café.“How about… Fluffy?” Frida suggests, her brow furrowing in concentration as she gazes at the puppy.“Fluffy?” I laugh, shaking my head. “That’s a classic, but maybe we can do better than that.”Frida pouts, her fingers still gently scratchin
*Kiera*The morning sun spills golden light into our hotel room, filtering through the sheer curtains and warming my skin. I stretch, taking a deep breath, and the remnants of last night’s laughter bubble up within me. Frida is asleep beside me, her teddy bear cradled tightly in her arms. I can’t help but smile at her peaceful face, so innocent and pure. I am guessing Will moved her here and she fell back to sleep.Will is already up, quietly packing his things for the day. I can hear him humming a soft tune as he moves around the room, and I can’t resist the urge to sneak a peek. He’s dressed in a casual navy T-shirt that fits him just right, and I feel a flutter in my stomach.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he says, glancing over his shoulder with a playful smile.“Good morning! What time is it?” I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.“It’s almost ten. You know David is taking us to lunch, right?”“Oh! Right! I completely forgot!” I leap out of bed, adrenaline rushing through me. “What












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