BooksBarbecue
Back The Fake Save as PDF
Chapters (44)
  1. Cover
  2. 1
  3. 2
  4. 3
  5. 4
  6. 5
  7. 6
  8. 7
  9. 8
  10. 9
  11. 10
  12. 11
  13. 12
  14. 13
  15. 14
  16. 15
  17. 16
  18. 17
  19. 18
  20. 19
  21. 20
  22. 21
  23. 22
  24. 23
  25. 24
  26. 25
  27. 26
  28. 27
  29. 28
  30. 29
  31. 30
  32. 31
  33. 32
  34. 33
  35. 34
  36. 35
  37. 36
  38. EPILOGUE
  39. PLAYLIST
  40. THE PASS SNEAK PEEK
  41. TANNER
  42. SYDNEY
  43. TANNER
  44. ALSO BY REBECCA JENSHAK

Blair fills me in on much of the same details Gabby did when I first met her about the dynamic between the group as the bartender gets our drinks. When we return to the table, Vanessa leans forward, her elbows resting on the hard wood, and her shoulder-length brown hair falling into her face. “I need some serious details on what Nathan is like as a boyfriend. I pictured him all caveman, not letting his woman out of his sight, but here you are with no obvious ball and chain.”

The other girls are nodding and grinning.

“He’s…” I search for adjectives. “Sweet.”

Vanessa purses full lips that are coated in a bold purple shade and her big eyes narrow skeptically. Her facial expression says far more than her words. Or word, in this case. “Sweet?”

Nodding, I take a sip of my drink.

Gabby saves me, her blonde hair falling forward. “You should see how he looks at her. It’s swoon city.”

“Have you guys said I love you yet?” Blair asks at the same time Gabby asks, “Does he have a cute nickname for you? I love those.”

And Vanessa. “Is he good in bed?”

Gabby covers her ears. “No, I can’t hear about Nathan’s penis.” She looks at me. “Nathan is gorgeous, and I love him, but these three have already traumatized me enough with vivid details about their boyfriends’ penises. I hope his dick is long, thick, and beautiful, but it’s hard to unlearn those sorts of details.”

We all laugh at the same time, which saves me from answering. Instead, I say, “It’s still new, but I like him a lot.”

That much at least is totally true.

18

NATHAN

I’m on the couch playing video games when my phone starts blowing up with texts.

Gabs: I LOVE Chloe. Good work.

Joel: Finishing up with a late workout. Wanna crash girls’ night?

Frank: Need to talk to you. Give me a call.

Heath: <picture attached>

I open the meme Heath has sent and chuckle. It’s our main form of communication, sending them back and forth every day when we don’t have anything else to talk about. I respond with one of my own, and I’m getting ready to text Joel back about going out when the phone rings in my hand. Frank.

“What’s up?” I answer. “I was just about to hit you back.”

“Got something for you.”

“Told you I was done, man.”

“Yeah, I know, and I get it, but this is a one-time run. Five hundred, free and clear.”

I hate the way him dangling cash in front of me makes me so eager and excited. Money may very well be the root of all evil, but being without it fucking sucks.