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Best Friend's Brother #5 (Best Friend's Brother Romance Series - Book #5)

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by Taylor, Alycia




  Best Friend’s Brother #5

  BOOK 5

  By Alycia Taylor

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  CHAPTER ONE

  ALEXA

  Ian and I finished dinner which was really good. I was impressed with him.

  “So you taught yourself how to cook, really?”

  “Really. I read a cook-book or two…”

  I laughed, “You read a cook book?”

  “Yeah. What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing, it’s just the way you said that. It was like you actually sat down and read the cookbook.”

  “I did.”

  “The whole thing? I mean…you know that most people just take the recipes out…”

  “Go ahead and make fun of me. But, if you just take all the recipes out, you don’t learn how to glaze and douse and fricassee.”

  I had tears in my eyes by the time I stopped laughing. He was so different than I ever would have imagined he would be when I first met him…in a good way.

  I helped him clean up the kitchen and once I got past the cookbook thing I asked him, “Do you read a lot?”

  He nodded. “I missed out on a lot by not finishing school, or going to college. I read every chance I get. Come here, I want to show you something.”

  I followed him through the living room and down the short hall that led to his bedroom. He opened the doors there to what I assume was supposed to be a linen closet. The entire thing was filled with books. I stood there looking at them with awe. “Have you read all of these?”

  “Yep.” I looked at the bindings. There were cookbooks and auto books and home DIY books. There were books about nutrition and exercise and human anatomy. There were books about animals and motorcycles…it went on and on. This guy had to be a freaking genius. I was a little bit intimidated.

  “Wow, this is…you’re…”

  “Weird?” he said with a grin.

  I hugged him. “No, not at all. You’re amazing.” I think he may have blushed just a little bit. He closed the doors and led me back into the living room. He put on a movie and we cuddled up on the couch. As we watched the previews and waited for the movie to start, my mind drifted again back to Dad. I just couldn’t believe he’d told Ian to stay away from me. I’m a grown woman. What makes him think that’s okay?

  “Hey babe, are you okay?” Ian asked me.

  “What?”

  “I asked if you were okay. You’re about a million miles away. What’s on your mind? You do think I’m weird, don’t you? It’s like high school all over again,” he said, half-jokingly.

  “I still think you’re amazing,” I told him. “If those high school girls thought you were weird, it was definitely their loss. I was just thinking about Dad again.” Ian was lying back on the couch with his legs across my lap. He sat up and put his arm around me.

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry. I feel so embarrassed that my father sat you down like you were a thirteen year old kid and told you to leave his daughter alone. I’m surprised he didn’t take his gun out and clean it while he was talking to you.”

  “He has a gun?”

  I laughed, Ian really looked worried. “I don’t know,” I told him. “It was a joke, sort of. It’s not really funny. It pisses me off.”

  “Well then, that’s what I’m sorry for. I shouldn’t have told you. I don’t want to cause problems between you and your dad.”

  “You didn’t, Ian. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Ian made a face and I said, “What?”

  “I kind of promised him I would stay away from you so he didn’t expect you to find out.”

  “Well, you shouldn’t have done that,” I told him. “I mean, I’m glad you told me…thank you, but I wish you would have stood up to him and then maybe he’d stop this nonsense.” Ian smiled and I said, “What?”

  “You’ve obviously never been a guy and been put in the position of having a face to face with Dad. It makes the toughest guys balls shrivel up. Think about it…if this was just some other guy, you could tell him to mind his own business and then if he chose not to, you could kick his ass, right?” I nodded and he said, “But this is your dad. No matter how much you disagree with his methods when push comes to shove in the long run, you’re gonna stick by him, right?” I nodded again and he said, “It’s kind of a lose/lose position I’m put it. Besides, I don’t have that much experience with dads.”

  “Because you didn’t date much in high school?”

  “Because I’m not really a guy who “dates,” at all. I “hang out” with girls or I…”

  “Have sex with them?” He had the decency to look abashed as he said, “Yeah, that. But I don’t usually meet Dad. So, it’s nerve-wracking and I didn’t want to do anything to make you hate me.”

  I nodded. He was right, I hadn’t thought about it like that. “He shouldn’t have put you in that position. I’m really sorry. He’s so messed up over my mom. It’s been so many years and he’s still just sitting there, letting her ruin his life. It drives me crazy. It drives me crazier because he honestly believes that he’s helping me by keeping men away from me. I can’t believe that he thinks I’d be better off alone forever than to have to experience a heart ache or two in my lifetime. I’d so much rather end up with a broken heart. That’s no way to live.”

  “You’re right. Have you told him that?”

  “More than once,” I said. “But, I was in high school at the time and technically he had the right to tell me who I could and couldn’t date at that point. Now, I’m a grown woman though and he doesn’t have that right. So, I think maybe it’s time for another talk.”

  “I guess I shouldn’t expect to be invited to any family dinners any time soon, huh?”

  I laughed again. “We might need to give it a cooling off period,” I told him. He grabbed me around the waist then and pulled me down next to him on the couch. “Oh my God!” I said, looking at the television.

  “What?”

  “Back to the Future, really?”

  “You don’t like it?”

  I laughed. “You really are a nerd aren’t you?”

  “Fine,” he said, “I’ll change it. Or we could play a video game…or have sex…”

  I giggled. “No more sex! You perv, you’re killing me!”

  “Right, because I’m the one who got in the shower with you all naked and sexy.”

  “Did I do that?” He tickled me and said, “Yeah, so just give up the innocent routine.”

  “Okay, you’re not the perv, I am. But I do think I need a “cooling off” period. Which movie would we be watching?”

  “I have a lot of porn…I hear you perverts like that sort of thing.”

  I threw a pillow at him. “Try again.”

  “Star Wars?”

  I laughed. “Anything made in this century…that’s not porn?”

  “Oh! I just bought the new Hunger games.”

  “That’ll work. You have popcorn?”

  “C
heck the cabinet under the microwave,” he said. He got the movie ready while I went in and did that. I found a few packages of microwave popcorn and stuck one in. While it popped, I walked over to the refrigerator and looked at the pictures stuck there underneath beer and UFC magnets. There was one of a much younger and thinner Ian in a suit. His arm was around a pretty blonde haired girl in a dress suited for a prom. In the bottom right corner it said, “Winter Wonderland 2007,” he would have been a sophomore. That was the year he got into trouble with the steroids. It made me wonder what was so special about the girl that he kept her picture on his refrigerator seven years later. “What ya looking at?” His voice startled me. I turned around and he was leaning in the doorway. He looked so damned hot in just his shorts. I was no wonder I was turning into a pervert.

  “Just looking at your pictures,” I said. He came over and glanced at the fridge like he hadn’t seen them before himself. He pointed at one of him and Emma on the beach. He couldn’t have been more than seven and Emma was about four. They were super cute and since they were wearing beanies and you couldn’t see her hair, they almost looked like twins.

  “That was our first trip to the beach. That was taken before Emma ran into the ocean and my mother screamed bloody murder while my dad fished her out.” He was smiling at the memory, but his eyes looked sad.

  “When was this?” I asked, pointing at the picture of him and the girl.

  “Winter formal, sophomore year,” he said.

  “Is she someone special?” I asked him. The microwave dinged and he avoided my question by taking out the bag and dumping the popcorn into a bowl.

  “Grab us some waters and let’s go back in the living room. I’ll tell you why I keep the picture.”

  I got the water and followed him in. We sat back down on the couch and he handed me the bowl. I took a handful and popped a couple in my mouth and waited. Finally, he said, “The picture being on the fridge is not about her. I mean, she was a nice girl…my first real girlfriend….”

  “What’s her name?”

  He laughed. “Whitney, but it’s really not about her.”

  “I believe you. I as just curious what her name was. She’s pretty.”

  “Yeah, she is. I saw her about three months ago, I guess. I ran into her at the store. She has a baby and another one on the way. She married the guy she started dating after we broke up. She seems happy, so that’s good. But, the picture is about me…and that year…and all the things that changed after that.”

  I took a drink of my water and said, “Tell me about it.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  ALEXA

  “I told you I was on the wrestling team. I was really good, but no matter what I did, it didn’t seem like I could put on any bulk. The other guys were always bigger than me. Then one day, Whitney and I were hanging out at her house and her older brother came in. He’d been away at college. She introduced me to this guy that looked like the Incredible Hulk. After he left the room I asked her if he was always a big guy. She said he was kind of skinny in high school. She showed me a picture and he’d been even skinnier than me.”

  “He was using steroids?”

  “Yeah, but she didn’t seem to know that and I didn’t know yet. He was home for spring break, so I spent as much time at her house as I could. I kept bugging him about his work-outs and his diet and one day before he left to go back to school he finally said, “Kid, you’re not going to get a body like this just eating a high protein diet and working out. I take a lot of supplements.” I was relentless and he finally let me buy a few doses of his stack and he showed me how to order my own online. They were legal steroids and I always took them by mouth. But I was under eighteen so it was illegal for me to order them and there were rules through the school about not using them…legal or not. It would be like taking your mom’s Xanax. The prescription is legal, but if it showed up in your pee, since it isn’t your prescription, you’d be in trouble.”

  “So it showed up in your pee?” I asked him.

  “Eventually. But first, my teammates were noticing my weight gain and how I was finally able to build muscle. They asked me about it and since I still thought I was all that, I told them. They all started ordering it. A parent from a different school saw how different we looked from the year before and raised his suspicions. The school gave in and tested us and “Boom,” I was caught “cheating.” My whole life changed after that. I was a good student and my parents had high hopes for me going to college. I’d actually gotten noticed by MIT and they were talking full-ride. I was pretty smart in some ways. Pretty stupid in others. I keep that picture up to remind me of the “good Ian.” That was actually Emma’s idea too. She told me to find a picture from the last time I really felt good about myself. That was it.”

  “You were just a kid. You couldn’t have really known what the fallout would be.”

  “No, I didn’t, really. It was probably a year later before I finally decided to get my shit together. I got arrested for shoplifting, the cops brought me home drunk from more than one party…I gave my parents hell for that entire year…and they never gave up on me. I’m lucky as hell to have them.”

  “You are,” I said, “But you know what I think?”

  “What?”

  “I think they’re lucky to have you too. Especially now. You take such good care of them.”

  “I don’t really do anything….”

  “I saw the chalkboard. I tasted the cookies. I see the look in your mother’s eyes when she talks about you. You’re doing a great job and it has to be so hard because you’re dealing with your own grief at the same time. I think you’re pretty amazing, and thank you for telling me about all of this.”

  “Thanks,” he said. “It’s nice to know someone thinks I’m amazing.”

  He looked like he was joking. I wanted him to know how serious I was. I leaned in and put my mouth close to his and said, “I’m serious, you’re amazing. I like this, you sharing with me. Please don’t think you have to hold things back or lie to me, okay?”

  He kissed me softly on the lips. He tasted like butter and salt. “Okay, baby. No lies. I promise. But now you have to tell me something about you that I don’t know.”

  I kissed him again and said, “How about I do that next time? I really should head home. I want to catch Dad before he goes to bed so we can talk.”

  Ian made a wince face. “Are you going to yell at him?”

  “No,” I told him with a smile. “But I am going to be firm. It’s high time he realized I’m a grown-up.”

  Ian raked his eyes over me so slowly that I actually shuddered. “Yes you are,” he said with a grin.

  It took me another fifteen minutes to convince him to let me up so I could get dressed. Once I was dressed I brushed my hair and touched up my make-up enough that it didn’t look like I’d been having wild sex all day. I got another long, deep, hot kiss before I left and when we broke it I said, “I know that we have gotten off to a really rough start, but I would love it if this works out for us. I have so much fun hanging out with you.”

  He smiled and traced the outline of my lips with his fingers. It was one of those intimate gestures that I was coming to love so much.

  “I really want us to work out too. I’m going to do my best.”

  “So am I.” I told him. He gave me another amazing kiss before I left. I love the way he makes me feel and I really believe that even if it doesn’t last forever between us, my life will be better for having met and spent time with him.

  As I was driving home, I passed the Fox theatre. It’s a really old, historical theatre and the only thing they do there anymore is show old black and white movies…some of them were made even before there was sound. Emma and I used to hang out there in the days before we were old enough to date or drive. After we got old enough to do other things, we made a standing date with each other on the tenth of every month no matter what…we went and watched a movie together. Dates or any other tag- a-longs were not allo
wed. Once we started college that kind of went by the wayside. We talked about how much we missed doing it…but neither of us ever seemed to find the time. It dawned on me suddenly that it was the tenth of the month.

  Without giving it any more thought than that, I pulled into the almost empty lot. It was always almost empty, even when it wasn’t late evening and in the middle of the week. I think the city owns it now and they don’t care if they made money off of it or not. It was just one of those historical icons that they left in place to keep the historical societies from raining heat down on them. I parked in the lot and went up to the ticket-booth. I had to smile when I saw what was playing. Sometimes I had to believe that Emma was still around, leading me places. The movie was the Prisoner of Zenda. It was a movie made in 1937…long before our parents were born even. But for some reason, it was Emma’s favorite. She used to say it was the most romantic movie ever made. My vote went out to Gone With the Wind, but this one was perfect for tonight. I asked the kid in the booth for a ticket.

  “It’s almost over.”

  “That’s okay. I’ve seen it a bunch of times. The ending is my favorite part.”

  He raised an eyebrow like he thought I was a little weird, but he took my money and gave me a ticket. I bought a box of Junior mints, Emma’s other favorite and I went inside the dark theater and found a seat near the back. I was one of only four people in the whole place. An elderly couple sat near the front. She had her head on his shoulder and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was remembering back to when they were young. There was a middle aged man sitting not too far from them. He was all alone…like me.

  I looked up at the screen at Douglas Fairbanks. Emma always found him so appealing. It was hard for me to look at a man from the thirties and find him attractive. Today as I looked at him instead of seeing him, I saw my best friend’s smiling face. It was what I needed to top off an already wonderful day with Ian. While the movie played, my thoughts switched to Ian and what it would be like to be in a real relationship with him. I was sure that was what I wanted and he seemed to want it to. Maybe our “rough start” got all the kinks worked out already and it would be smooth sailing from here on out.

 

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