Every woman I’ve dated is always mad. It’s a man’s job to make them happy.”She laughed. Was he being serious? She pressed her lips together when she realized he was. He had told her once that he didn’t know how to love, that he wasn’t meant for a relationship. She was beginning to understand why. “I’m here to help, but you’re pushing me away. I’m not mad, nor am I the bad guy.” She pressed her fingers into the tight muscles of his shoulders, and melted a little when he moved closer and wrapped his arms around her, pressing the side of his face to her center. “Me, too, but I think it’s only going to get worse. I have so much shit I’m dealing with. I would love help, but, honestly, I don’t even know where to start.” “You hired me to help with the business. I’ve proven I’m capable. Put more stuff on me. If you’re here late, I can be, too.”“I hate to do that to you. I’ve been trying not to.”“But I want to help.”He sighed. “I may take you up on that.”“Good, but first, let’s start wi
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