Boss Man Bridegroom
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“Your wedding was beautiful,” Charlee says. “I’m just sorry I wasn’t there for the whole thing.”
“Be sorry that you had to see a repeat of Roark’s dancing last night,” I say.
“What the fook is wrong with my dancing?” he asks, nursing a chocolate milk like the rest of us.
“You can’t Irish jig to Lizzo, it just doesn’t work.”
“I can Irish jig to whatever the hell I want, right, Sutton?”
She rubs her growing stomach and says, “Oh yeah, you were so great last night.” She calmly rolls her head side to side. She’s due any day now, and I know they’re both growing impatient about meeting their little guy.
Speaking of which . . .
“Where did Sunny go?” I ask, looking for my niece.
Bram waves his hand. “Probably chewing on some electrical cords somewhere.”
Julia elbows him in the stomach. “She’s taking her morning nap.”
“I was just kidding.” He laughs and kisses her head and then turns to me. “When are you two going to add to the family?”
I look down at Charlee and say, “Sooner rather than later. We don’t need her grandma faking death again just to get a great-grandchild out of us.”
Charlee chuckles next to me and says, “After last year, I wouldn’t put it past her.” She grips my hand and says, “Hopefully soon.” And when she looks up at me, those beautiful eyes staring into mine, I can read exactly what she’s trying to say, hopefully this month.
We’ve been trying. We both want kids, just two, but we want them, and when we came to that realization on a tell-all Tuesday a month ago, we started trying immediately.
She’s been a few days late, so who knows . . . maybe.
I want her to take a test, but I’m letting her do this on her own time. It means a lot to her, to carry our baby, and I don’t want to pressure her.
“All this pregnancy talk reminds me,” Roark says, reaching into the bag behind him. He flops a book on the table and says, “This book was pure crap.”
“What?” Bram reaches across the table and gobbles up the novel to his chest. “How can you say that?”
“The girl never gets pregnant despite Lord Frederick forgetting to pull out multiple times? Come on, they were fertile myrtles back then. There’s no way, especially since she already had two kids with another man.” Roark shakes his head. “Terrible story.”
“You’re mad about Carissa not getting pregnant? Maybe she wasn’t ovulating. Ever think about that?” Bram argues. “Did you even read the story? The passion between them but the class difference. It’s a forbidden love.”
“It was crap.” He points at the book. “Don’t suggest crap like that again. I like that good medieval porn that makes sense. Not this bullshit.”
Bram turns toward me and asks, “You liked it, didn’t you?”
I waver my hand. “Normally I like your suggestions, but this was a total DNF. Sorry, dude.”
Charlee snorts next to me and covers her mouth.
Tickling her side, I say, “What’s so funny?”
“You and your book club, you’re actually using book terms.”
“And I thought we made an agreement there’s no book talk when we’re together. Save it for your football Sundays,” Julia says.
Football Sundays that suddenly became book day Sundays.
“You did agree on that,” Sutton says.
“Technically it’s Sunday,” I say. “Which means, you ladies are now honorary members. Congratulations, you’re now part of My Lord, My Lady Sweet Reads.” Yes, that’s what we call our book club.
Julia and Sutton both stand and start clearing the plates, clearly wanting nothing to do with the book club, but my girl, she stays and leans forward. Hands out, preparing us, she says, “All right, boys, I have quite the tale for you. It involves a maid, her grace, and a marriage of convenience. Think you can handle it?” She turns toward me and whispers, “What do you think, boss man bridegroom?”
Smiling, I press a kiss to her forehead and say, “I can easily handle that.”
THE END
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Excerpt - The Secret to Dating Your Best Friend’s Sister
Prologue
BRAM
I have a stupid-as-shit crush on my best friend’s sister.
I know the exact moment it happened too.
It wasn’t when I first met her, no, that was when I first found out she liked to wear tube socks with shorts. Nor was it the second time I ran into her, because she was a sour, bitter girl with an attitude that struck me dead in the nut sac. But even in her scary rampage, I thought she was pretty and interesting, but a crush? Not so much.
No, it happened many times after the first. I was a senior, and she was a sophomore in college. A nervous sophomore, who forcibly ventured out to yet another frat party, captured by her friends, and held hostage to have a good time.
She was a fish out of water, and I couldn’t help but keep my eyes fixed on her as she awkwardly bumped into drunk assholes and tripped over empty beer cans, fixing her glasses that kept getting displaced from their perfect perch on her nose.
She was unlike any girl I had ever met. Strong-willed, obnoxious at times with her intelligence, cunning, and never too scared to back down. She intrigued me, held my attention, made me want to know what was spinning around in that beautiful head of hers.
I had to find out.
That night changed everything. Maybe it was the beer coursing through me, or the sheer curiosity in the girl who looked completely and utterly out of place, but I was drawn to her. I knew, in that moment, that I had a choice to make: either continue to sit with Lauren Connor and listen to her boring-as-shit stories, or remove my ass from the leather couch and say hi to Julia Westin.
Can you guess what I did?
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