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Wanted
A Bad Boy Auction Romance
By Nicole Elliot
Prologue
I held his hand as he winced, the medicine pumping through his body.
“Just a little longer Declan, you can do it.” I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring him, or myself. Watching him writhe in pain was about as horrible as it could get.
My brother.
Sick.
Same illness that took Mom. Our genes apparently sucked.
“It hurts.” He grimaced as another wave rolled through his body.
“I know buddy, I know, but this is going to make it better. I promise.”
I knew it wasn’t a promise I could keep. But I was sure as hell going to try.
Chapter 1
Sydney
The light wasn’t on in the house, as I pulled into the driveway. Julia’s funky Mini Cooper wasn’t there either, so I snatched the nicer spot under a tree, which would provide a cool shade for the car the next morning. I killed the engine and stepped out.
It was half past eight, and after the long day at the store, all I wanted was something to eat and a glass of Pinot. I was working at a grocery store, even though it wasn’t exactly my passion. I was a teacher during the school year, but now that it was summer I had to supplement my income. It was the thing about me – I was practical. Always doing what was right, even if it wasn’t easy.
My roommate, Julia, wasn’t as traditional. After we’d finished college, she tried several desk jobs, but couldn’t just sit in one place. So, she wait
ed tables for a while, then worked the bar, and after a few more promotions she became a PR manager for a company that owned clubs and restaurants all over Chicago. It might have been a more exciting job, but she didn’t like the hours. That night, as was often the case, Julia was out in the city, promoting one event or another.
I climbed the two flights of stairs that led to my apartment, and was finally home.
I got out of my work clothes and changed into PJs, washing my face in the small bathroom next to my room. It wasn’t a huge apartment, but both Julia and I had our own bathrooms, and I loved mine. It made me feel at home.
