Olivia Lincoln has a plan guaranteed to get her life back on track. A plan that involves her best friend, Danny. And he’s on board, too…until she blurts out that they’re engaged and expecting a baby, and the news spreads like wildfire.
The problem? Danny doesn’t do marriage. Or family. And everyone knows it, including Olivia.
As irritated as he might be, protecting Olivia is what Danny does. But put best friends under one roof, add house rules begging to be broken, accidental nakedness, and pancakes in bed, and what started as a marriage between friends threatens to turn into the real deal…which would ruin everything.
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“Sorry,” she murmured. “But we’re having a wedding.”
Danny took her hand and gave a gentle tug so she had to follow him. “Instead of a swear jar, I’m going to start a sorry jar and charge you a dollar for every time you say it.” He led her to the couch. “Knock it off, okay?” He propped an extra pillow behind her back and sat far enough away for her to straighten her legs and put her feet in his lap.
She’d baked him chocolate chip cookies this morning. It was payback time.
“When?” he asked, taking her heel and massaging the bottom of her foot.
It took her a minute to realize he meant the wedding. “New Year’s Eve.”
He let out a breath. “Okay. Sounds good.”
“No it doesn’t.” She knew he was just appeasing her.
“It does actually. My original concern had to do with family and friends making a big production of it, but I can deal with something small. We’re friends doing this for a good reason, Liv, and a ceremony means something to you.”
Friends. She was starting to hate that word. She understood his explanation, but because he obviously wasn’t feeling any of the new sensations between them that she was, he didn’t see the harm in his casual attitude.
He rubbed the ball of her foot, making her sink a little further into the couch.
Silence rained between them like a hailstorm. She had to tell him about the unwelcome but stubborn desires making her hot and needy before she acted on impulse and did something stupid like jump him.
“Things are different,” she whispered to her lap, unable to meet his eyes when she admitted that.
When he didn’t answer right away, she looked up.
Pain filled the line between his furrowed brows, but agreement and…she couldn’t take a breath for a moment…heat shimmered in his direct gaze. “Yeah.”
Her toes started to tingle, the buzz continuing up her legs and spreading over every inch of her skin. He shared her crazy attraction. Comfort mixed with desire. “I should leave.”
“No. I want you to stay.”
A thrill moved up her spine. So did fear and uncertainty. “I’d die if anything happened to our friendship, Danny.”
“They say relationships ruin the best friendships, you know.”
He gave her the look that said, “Are you finished?” She pressed her lips together.
“Nothing is going to happen between us, Liv. Not like that. It will pass, whatever this is. I think we’re just straddling a line we never imagined we’d find ourselves standing on. It’s not your fault,” he was quick to add, taking in her upset expression. “Emotions are running kind of high at the moment, but we’ve got our rules. We’ve got fifteen years of friendship. The fact that we’re both feeling something new and feeling worried about it, means we can handle it and move forward without screwing anything up.”
Liv nodded in agreement.
“We good, then?”
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