Page 24 of Curvy Love

“I love you too,muñeca.” He slides the ring on my finger and it fits perfectly.

I look down at it and I know I’m probably smiling like a fool, but I don’t care. “We’re engaged,” I whisper.

He wraps his arms around me. “This is only the beginning. We have a lifetime of loving to do.”

“And you’re okay leaving your family and moving to Texas?” I ask.

“You are my family,muñecaand there are airplanes for when they miss me too much.”

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A Frenemies-to-lovers CurvyGirl Romance

Ezra

I did not expect to meet my soulmate when I signed up to mentor a young entrepreneur. I did it because I needed the good press. When we communicate online, we're perfect together. Paisley McLeod is witty, whip-smart, and ambitious. Everything I want in a woman. But my soulmate? Hell, I’m not even sure I believe in such a thing. But I definitely want to get to know her better.

There’s always a catch though. We know each other in real life and she hates me. When she finds out who I am, will she admit how perfect we are together, or will she believe every lie she’s ever read about me?

Paisley

I hate Ezra Carlisle. He’s rude and too smart for his own good, and far too handsome for my own good. Anyone that charismatic should come with a warning label. Even worse, the new app he’s about to release is suspiciously close to the app I’ve been developing for years.

I shouldn’t be attracted to him, but I am. And, as if I don’t already have enough on my plate, I’ve got a crush on my online business mentor and he’s been hinting he might want to meet in person. How can I want such different men and what am I going to do about it?

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Paisley

I dial the phone and then wait for my youngest sister, Willow, to pick up. On the fourth ring, she finally does.

“What?” she hisses. She’s out of breath.

“Where are you?” I ask.

“Where do you think?”

“It’s a Sunday afternoon, Will, you do get days off.”

“Tell that to Sabrina. This is the woman who doesn’t even let me answer my phone at work. Just to take this call, I screamed and told her I was going to be sick, then just ran to the downstairs powder room, turned on the fan and the faucet.” Her voice is still at a whisper, but her explanation clarifies the extra noises I hear in the background.

“You really need a different job. This woman is going to kill you.”

Willow works as a personal assistant to Sabrina Wilde. Yes … that Sabrina. And if you don’t know who I mean, lucky you. The woman is as beautiful as a pure bred Siamese cat and twice as temperamental.

“Paisley, I can’t exactly hide in the bathroom all day. What do you need?”

“I just went over your dummy order in my app. Pregnancy tests and condoms? Really, Will?”

As part of my senior seminar class (and my lifelong dream), I’m developing an app. Since I’m working on a shoestring budget here, Willow is my beta tester.

She giggles. “What? Just because they’re in a retirement center doesn’t mean they can’t still have sex.”

“You’re so not helpful.”

“Did it work though? The app testing?”

“Yes, the coding seems to be working so that’s good.” A loud bang sounds on Will’s end of the phone, then a woman yelling.

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