His Ex Mistress, His Enemy
“Okay, listen to this, mija. I’ve made a list.”
I paused my typing. “A list of what?”
“A list of men.”
I closed my eyes and rubbed my temple. “Oh, God…”
“Sons of my friends from the art club,” she went on with the excitement of someone announcing a car giveaway. “All of them successful, handsome, single, and this is the important part...they respect family. I even have pictures. Want me to send them?”
I stared at the laptop, half expecting her to already be uploading a folder of eligible bachelors like it was a furniture catalog. “Mama, I don’t need a casting call for my life.”
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