Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I
To her son, watching Paw Patrol and eating cookies.
Then she should be out enjoying herself when Tommy goes to sleep; she should be lazing around in the park with Eva, drinking wine, and luxuriating in the long, hot summer. Or having a barbecue in a backyard somewhere. Or maybe just sitting inside with some music on in the background and a significant other discussing her day and asking about hers.
She blinked, and the vision of possibilities vanished. Since moving to Rome six years ago, she could count on the fingers of one hand the number of close friends she had managed to make, and since qualifying as a single mom, she had made none.
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