Page 113 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

I sit on the couch and put my head in my hands. “I can’t pretend to be cool with this. I was hoping to go to the gala with you. To hold your hand and get your drink. Hell, I’ll hold your purse for you. I’m done with this hiding shit.”

She rushes over and sits next to me, putting her hand on my thigh. “Me too. You think I don’t want the same thing?”

“Truthfully… I don’t think you do.”

She grips my thigh and presses her lips to my jaw. “I do. I really do. It’s just the timing is off. But we’re at the finish line.”

Finish line being that we can announce our relationship on the same day she moves out of my house. Stellar.

But I nod because what choice do I have? We’ve gone weeks. I can go a few more days. “Okay, but I expect a quickie in the coatroom.”

“Done.” She smiles at me and her lips meet mine. This time it’s her tongue sliding into my mouth and pushing the physical relationship.

I know my anger is transparent right now, but I can’t help but think she’s embarrassed to be dating me. If that’s the case, what the hell do I do with that?

Her office door opens, and I’m relieved we’re actually dressed. Dori and Phoenix stand at the door, staring at us.

Dori beams while Phoenix rolls her eyes. “Heard you two were doing the nasty.”

Dori shakes her head. “Don’t mind Phoenix. She’s in a mood.”

“Yeah, because you fired me this morning but gave me two weeks’ notice. The two-weeks thing is supposed to be the other way around.”

Dori sits in a chair, her overjoyed eyes on Savannah and me. “How about a thank you?”

“You want me to thank you for firing me?” Phoenix puts her feet on the table. “And I’m not getting any drinks today. I read my job description, and it never said anything about waitressing during meetings.”

Her indignant behavior pulls a laugh out of me, even in my sour mood.

“The day is almost here, so let’s get all our ducks in a row and make sure this event goes off with a bang.” Dori’s excitement doesn’t entice anyone else to slide to the edge of their seat.

I’m pissed, Phoenix is pissed, and Savannah can’t stop touching me. It’s a welcome change from her usual hands-off approach around her family but I can’t help but think it’s because she’s afraid I’m going to cut off whatever this is between us. I use the word whatever, because if we were in a relationship, I’d be sure that everyone in Lake Starlight knew.

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