I Must Be Dreaming

By Vanessa Devereaux

This book was first published by Evernight Publishing in 2013 under the title of Dreaming.

How difficult could it be to take care of your five-year-old niece? Rob Conners thinks it’s going to be a breeze, but when Mollie gets gum in her hair there’s only one thing to do—head to the nearest hair salon.

Jenna Hopkins had one crush in high school and that was Rob Conners. She can’t believe he walked into her salon a decade later. The only course of action is to play it cool and pretend she never had fantasies about him.

However, despite the passing of ten years, the crush is still there and now it seems the attraction might be mutual. Can these two former classmates find love and happiness or are they both just dreaming?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Palmquist
• Release date: Mar 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370116812

Vanessa Devereaux

Vanessa Devereaux is the bestselling author of erotic romances and erotica including Cater to Me, The Rake, Who's the Boss, and The Pleasure Room. She's also pens three ongoing series, Perfect Pairing, Big Sky County and Kalispell Shifters.

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I Must Be Dreaming

Vanessa Devereaux

Published by Coldstream Publishing at Smashwords

Copyright 2018 Vanessa Devereaux

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Thank You

Social Networks

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Chapter 1

You’ve killed Petey. You’ve killed him.

Rob couldn’t remember if he’d shut all the windows in the house. If he hadn’t, most of his neighbors had probably heard his niece’s accusation. Right now, a few of them might even be calling the police.

She threw the stuffed bear at his stomach before retreating to the spare bedroom. Rob braced himself for what he knew was inevitable, the door being slammed shut. His sister-in-law had warned him about Mollie’s recent tantrums.

You sure you want to do this? Nina had asked him.

She’s five years old. How hard can it be to look after her while you’re gone?

He might end up eating those words.

Rob bent over and swooped the bear up. The stuffed toy’s other eye fell to the ground right before its head drooped backwards.

Yeah, the poor thing did look like he’d been murdered. The bizarre pink dye only added to the disaster.

Uncle Rob had foolishly put Mollie’s pink t-shirt in the wash with the bear. And if that wasn’t sinful enough, she hadn’t even given permission for Petey to go into the washing machine. He’d looked dirty, though, and Rob thought he was doing her a big favor.

So wrong.

He walked to the bedroom and knocked on the door.

Rule Number One for looking after his niece: Don’t burst into her room without first asking her permission.

Mollie, can I come in?

There was no response. I know you’re in there.

Go away.

I want to talk to you about Petey.

You killed him.

She let out a blood-curdling scream.

Shit. I hope that bedroom window is shut, or I’ll have a lot of explaining to do down at the police station.

No, he’s okay. He’s talking to me right now. In fact, he wants to come in and see you too.

There was silence for a few minutes, but then Rob saw and heard the knob on the door slowly turning. Mollie peeked out from the tiny crack she’d opened.

Rob danced the bear from side to side as its left arm fell to the ground. She screamed again, and retreated back into the room, but this time he got his foot in the door before she could slam it shut.

Never let it be said he’d let himself be outsmarted by a five-year-old. Mollie ran to the bed, fell face first and sobbed into the pillow.

Rob sat beside her, trying his best to keep the stuffed toy intact. Bears are very resilient, he said.

She turned around and looked at him, her eyebrows knitted together. He’d