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Chapters (41)
  1. Cover
  2. Prologue
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
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  40. Also by Charity Ferrell
  41. About the Author

Humor is what steers me away from conversations, from honesty I’m too scared to admit.

She wiggles her finger in a come-hither motion. “Come and see for yourself then.”

I repeatedly shake my head. “Trouble, trouble, trouble.”

Our attention returns to the movie, and every so often, one of us will comment about it. Mostly Cassidy, who has no problem telling movie characters they’re being stupid. Even though romance movies aren’t typically my jam, it’s not terrible.

After a long spread of no Cassidy comments, I glance over to find her sleeping. Her mouth is somewhat open, her chest dropping in and out slowly, and the box of Junior Mints is gripped in her hand. I hesitate, unsure of what to do, but decide to keep watching the movie.

If she wakes up, she’ll know I didn’t bail on her.

She’s still crashed out when the movie ends.

Whispering, “Good night,” and hoping the mints don’t spill all over her bed, I hang up.

And just like that, I had my first virtual … date … hangout … with Cassidy.

“I’m throwing Archer a surprise birthday party,” Georgia announces while walking into the bar.

Georgia and I have gotten along since day one. She and Archer … well, Archer was in the midst of denying his feelings for Georgia then. She flirted with me, resulting in my brother wanting to kill me. I knew he liked her, so I told her to keep doing it until he got his head out of his ass. When our father died, I called Georgia to be there with Archer. She was who he needed.

Even in the small amount of time we’ve known each other, I can depend on Georgia.

I respect Georgia.

I hope to God my brother never fucks up the good thing he has.

I snort. “Yeah, he won’t be happy about that.”

“Yes, he will,” she answers with certainty as if there’d never been a truer fact.

Archer and surprise parties go together like the Pope and a strip club. My brother would probably choose to have his balls tugged off than attend a party solely for himself. Although, now that Georgia is in the picture, he’s changing. The dude is becoming more of a social man. And given the hell he put Georgia through when he was working through his issues, he’s nearly bowing down to her.

He won’t love the surprise party, but he’ll enjoy it for the sake of his relationship.

He’ll enjoy it because his girlfriend threw it for him.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “You and my brother being total opposites yet also obsessed with each other would confuse the smartest dude on the planet.”

“Opposites attract.” She taps her finger against the side of her mouth. “Sometimes.”

I cock my head to the side. “What’s that supposed to mean?”