Marshall Dyson wants one thing and one thing only: to raze his grandfather’s island to the ground. Everything is ready to go––except for the freakin’ bunnies! Hundreds of the furry critters hopping about and multiplying before his eyes. And then there’s the American Bunny League, along with one distractingly beautiful veterinarian, taking him to court to save them...
Dr. Augusta “Gus” North can’t believe the grumpy–and annoyingly hot–builder she’s facing in court cares more about demo-ing some cabin than the lives of 200 bunnies. But when the judge orders Marshall to stay on the island and help her rehome the rabbits – the entire month – she knows they’re going to need to lay some ground rules.
Like, for example, absolutely no kissing. Might as well go ahead and get that in writing. Sure it’s on a napkin, but that still counts.
How hard could it be to keep their hands off each other amidst all the fighting? Surprisingly, harder than wrangling 200 bunnies...
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He could operate a fucking crane. There was no sensitive in the seat of a thirty ton crane.
“What are you even doing there?”
Now that was a good question. If Marshall was honest, he didn’t really know. But he sure as shit wasn’t going to admit that to his brother.
“I was supposed to be here this week anyway. We were supposed to break ground on the project, remember?”
“Yeah. But that got delayed. Remember?”
If anyone, other than another lawyer, had ever had any success in arguing with a lawyer, Marshall hadn’t met them. “Thought I’d be here for when the ABL people arrived on Monday.”
“To throw a welcome party?”
“To...keep an eye on things.”
“They’re rescuing rabbits, Marshall. What in hell do you think they’re going to get up to?”
“I want to make sure they’re being efficient.”
That sounded better. Marshall wanted this done. Over. He wanted his grandfather expunged from this island. He couldn’t expunge him from all existence but he could remove every last trace of his presence here.
And he wanted it done yesterday.
“So, what? You’re going to oversee the project or something, now?”
“No.” He didn’t have time for that. But...Maybe he did have time given that he’d cleared his schedule for starting work on this job quite some time ago?
No.
“I just want to get a feel for them.”
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