There’s always that one person you don’t want to see first thing in the morning, and for me, that person was Taylor Evans.Of course, thanks to whatever evil forces were busy screwing with my life, I didn’t get that luxury.The moment I opened the door, there she was, standing right in front of me with her arms crossed, looking like she had far more important things to do than be here.She was dressed in designer jeans and a soft cashmere sweater, her blonde hair twisted into a perfect updo.And the way she looked at me screamed:I want nothing more than to ship you off to a lonely island with nothing but the clothes on your back and a talking parrot to keep you company.Good. The feeling was mutual.I shifted my gaze to my brother, who stood next to her, and raised an eyebrow at him in a silent question.His eyes met mine, and he gave a half shrug. “She wanted to come,” he said simply.Taylor tapped her foot, irritation clear in her expression. “You have a problem with that?”Yes. Ye
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