FOOLS ERRAND

I&rsquo,m a tomboy through and through. But when the man of my dreams walks through my door, I want to be all woman. But that&rsquo,s not how I roll&hellip,.Skirts and dresses, makeup and perfume. Things I knew nothing about. With my red hair and lanky body, I was just one of the guys. The &lsquo,cool&rsquo, girl they hung out with but rarely dated seriously. Not that I had time for relationships anymore. Ever since my grandad passed, I&rsquo,d been working day and night to try and salvage the failing locksmith business he&rsquo,d spent his lifetime building. , Then ,he ,walked in. ,Abbot Cartwright. Childhood friend. Collector of many women. I hadn&rsquo,t seen him since he was thirteen. , He grew up good. , He also liked to play games. Games I was willing to be a part of, at first. Then things started getting serious&mdash,and illegal... I had feelings and morals. , Abbot didn&rsquo,t have either. , He needed my expertise, and I needed his commitment. , Seemed neither of us was going to get one without the other. And I was getting too old to play games._,