Zero Forks

BOONE

I know a BS excuse when I hear one. And she's thrown a dozen at me about why we can't be together. I only have one thing to say to all of that. The number of fuc--uh--forks I give about what other people think about us is zero. A big fat goose egg.

See! I've even learned to watch my language around her and the kid. I'm that serious about proving to this woman she needs to give me--give us--a chance. That it doesn't matter if she is a little older than me, or that I work for her, or that the Mudville gossip mill has chosen us as the topic du jour.

All that matters is that I can prove to her that life, especially life in a small town, is so much better when you don't give a fu--um, I mean--fork.

Dammit, that swear jar is going to bankrupt me! Ugh, I mean dang it.

SARAH

I've sworn off men. Work is my life now and that's exactly the way I like it.

That's what makes it extra uncomfortable that the adorable five-year old I inherited for six months while my sister is deployed has chosen a hot, ripped and much too sunshiny twenty-something farm boy as our new live-in nanny.

Boone's too sweet and good with the boy for me to fire him, but dammit he needs to start wearing more clothes around the house because I'm one hard ab away from breaking my vow of celibacy with a man who's ridiculously wrong for me.

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