Back Reluctantly Yours
Chapters (71)
  1. Epigraph
  2. 1. Barrett
  3. Barrett
  4. 2. Chloe
  5. Chloe
  6. 3. Barrett
  7. Barrett
  8. 4. Chloe
  9. Chloe
  10. 5. Chloe
  11. Chloe
  12. 6. Barrett
  13. Barrett
  14. 7. Chloe
  15. Chloe
  16. 8. Chloe
  17. Chloe
  18. 9. Barrett
  19. Barrett
  20. 10. Chloe
  21. Chloe
  22. 11. Barrett
  23. Barrett
  24. 12. Chloe
  25. Chloe
  26. 13. Barrett
  27. Barrett
  28. 14. Chloe
  29. Chloe
  30. 15. Barrett
  31. Barrett
  32. 16. Chloe
  33. Chloe
  34. 17. Barrett
  35. Barrett
  36. 18. Chloe
  37. Chloe
  38. 19. Barrett
  39. Barrett
  40. 20. Chloe
  41. Chloe
  42. 21. Barrett
  43. Barrett
  44. 22. Chloe
  45. Chloe
  46. 23. Barrett
  47. Barrett
  48. 24. Chloe
  49. Chloe
  50. 25. Barrett
  51. Barrett
  52. 26. Chloe
  53. Chloe
  54. 27. Barrett
  55. Barrett
  56. 28. Chloe
  57. Chloe
  58. 29. Barrett
  59. Barrett
  60. 30. Chloe
  61. Chloe
  62. 31. Barrett
  63. Barrett
  64. 32. Chloe
  65. Chloe
  66. Epilogue
  67. FOUR MONTHS LATER
  68. Sneak Peek
  69. Thank You
  70. Also by Erin Hawkins
  71. About the Author

“I’m just trying to make it through this without losing my mind. Now that JoAnna has given me a real shot at assistant editor, I don’t want to mess it up.”

“I know,” Jules says, nodding sympathetically. “You deserve that promotion. You’ve been kicking ass with selecting submissions.”

“Thanks.” I give her a small smile. “I have to focus on work and do my best to play along with Barrett, then I’ll put this fake relationship behind me.”

Jules nods. I can tell she wants there to be more to it than that. There isn’t, not with Barrett. He’s got his own agenda, and I’m just a pawn in his game. At least I’m aware of it. But, now that I’m not dying of mortification anymore, I can tell her about last night.

“Barrett walked in on me in the bathtub last night.”

“WHATT??!!” she shrieks.

I sigh. “Volume.”

“Sorry.”

“I was, you know.” I make a circular motion toward my lower half.

Her mouth drops open.

“What did he do?”

“He stared, then told me I was late for dinner.”

The image of Barrett standing in the bathroom doorway pops into my head. His hard expression never wavered from its usual frown. I could have been trimming my toenails for how uninterested he appeared to be in what he saw.

“Shut up.”

I cover my face with my hands, the embarrassment of the moment creeping back in. I shouldn’t let it bother me; Barrett obviously wasn’t fazed by it.

“Damn.” She fans herself. “I knew you were holding out on me.”

I laugh. “There’s nothing to it but an embarrassing story and a reminder to lock the bathroom door.”

Jules’ lips quirk. “I don’t know. I think there’s more to it.”

I shake my head and Jules rises from the chair.

She pauses in the doorway. “Some gals from admin and marketing are getting drinks tomorrow night. Want to join?”

“Can’t. Barrett and I are going to a charity gala.”

“Fancy. I can’t wait to hear how that goes.” She exits with a smirk and a wave. “Ta ta for now.”

I glance back at my computer screen, and try to recall what I was doing before Jules walked in. I was going over JoAnna’s editorial calendar to send out reminders.