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We Have Till Monday

Cara Dee
Chapters (24)
  1. We Have Till Monday
  2. Cara Dee
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Epilogue
  23. More from Cara
  24. About Cara

We Have Till Monday

Cara Dee

Copyright

We Have Till Monday

Copyright © 2021 by Cara Dee

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment and may not be reproduced in any way without documented permission of the author, not including brief quotes with links and/or credit to the source. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. This is a work of fiction and all references to historical events, persons living or dead, and locations are used in a fictional manner. Any other names, characters, incidents, and places are derived from the author’s imagination. The author acknowledges the trademark status and owners of any wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction. Characters portrayed in sexual situations are 18 or older.

Edited by Silently Correcting Your Grammar, LLC.

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

More from Cara

About Cara

Prologue

Camden Adair

“Oh, shoot,” I mumbled, sliding off my bed. Then I ran out of my room and toward the stairs. “Daddy! Can I have more screen time?”

In my defense, this was work-related. He better not get on his Domly high horse and deny me.

I found Daddy downstairs in the kitchen, where he was preparing his next recipe. Or maybe more than one. Thanksgiving was a very important holiday for chefs, and his upcoming video series would show his followers how to best use the leftovers to make some spectacular meals. Which he hated. Not the food or the cooking, but he did not like the social media part.

“I yelled for you,” I said, stopping on the other side of the big kitchen island. I placed my iPad on the countertop and watched him bend down to brush a couple drops of sauce from the edge of the plate. It looked amazing. He’d used a piping bag to make duchess potatoes, and they formed a circle around a stir-fry of turkey, leftover vegetables, cranberries, and gravy.

“And we don’t like yellin’ in this house, do we, darlin’?” he murmured distractedly.

He was very focused.

I scratched my nose. He’d forget the yelling shortly, because I knew Clara and the film crew would arrive soon, so Daddy had to get this done ASAP.

“You can grab your camera and take the pictures,” he told me. “And tell me why you need more screen time. I gave you four hours.”

Well…maybe four hours weren’t enough when you accidentally stumbled across someone gorgeous in the comment section.

That stuff required time for investigation.