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He thinks I’m a spoiled girl. I think he’s a stubborn jerk-hole.
We should hate each other.
Instead I’m falling head over heels for this chiseled, hard-working carpenter that my rich family would disown me for mixing with.
It all started because I broke some cabinets. In my defense I was distracted–my parents demanded I hurry along to some socialite party when all I wanted to do was stay home and binge Bridgerton.
My dad thought he’d teach me a lesson by making me help Mr. Rude-But-Hot fix what I busted.
Somehow, I don’t think he predicted me getting all melty for a blue-collar stranger.