My hubby, bless his heart, doesn't read books. He reads the newspaper from cover to cover, and his Sports Illustrated magazine each week. He loves the Dear Abby column. But he doesn't read books.
I blogged a few weeks ago about him picking up one of my romance books and starting to read at the bookmarker, then proceeded to give away what happened next! So, to keep him from spoiling any future books, I handed him my book HIT AND RUN, complete with a bookmarker and told him the next time he decided to fill in time reading he could read my book.
Saturday morning I was cleaning the house when I happened upon hubby sitting on the sofa busily reading something. Um, yep. It's true. Real men do read romance.
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