Page 51 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

“I’d like a half hour every night for the week. It adds up to three and a half hours, which is technically less than a day. So you’re actually making out on this deal.”

I cock my hip out and place my coffee on the counter to cross my arms. “You’ve done the math, which means you knew you had to make an argument.”

“What can I say? I know who I’m dealing with. I’m not going to bring a knife to a gunfight.”

I smile. “Okay, a half hour every night. We also have to organize the charity event. Do you have a lunch available to come to the office or maybe I can meet you in town?”

“How about we do that tonight before my step one? You do owe me orange chicken.”

I rack my brain. I owe him something?

“Before your date with Brent? At your office?”

“Ah. Yes. Okay, well, Wok For U is closed on Mondays.”

He smirks. “I guess that’s another time then.”

“But…”

He shrugs and sips his coffee. “I understand, really. I mean, it’s going to be a pain to be around you for so long anyway, but I can handle it.”

I shake my head and turn to the door. “I’m going to work. I’ll be home around six. Tomorrow I have a knitting class with Ethel, so I won’t be home until seven-thirty.”

“How about I get your schedule from Samara and we can figure something out?”

I smile. “Perfect. Thanks. She does my personal and my business.”

He raises his eyebrows and I realize again he’s withholding making a joke about my personal life. I’m sure with his maturity, it has something to do with sex.

At the door, I slide into my heels and grab my purse, computer bag, and coffee. I need to escape this house before I ask him to take me on the breakfast island. “See you later.”

“Have a good day, Savannah.”

I turn to find him leaning on the counter with his ankles crossed and a smirk on his face. I hold in my aroused sigh until I’m out of the house with the door shut. This nice version of Liam is going to be harder to resist than the angry Liam who always makes fun of me.

* * *

At noon,my office door springs open. A pissed-off Juno stands there with her eyes zeroed in on me as though she’s been planning my demise for months.

“The polite thing to do is stop by Samara and have her check if I can see you.”

The door slams and she throws herself onto my couch, putting her arm over her eyes. “You so owe me.”

“Why would I owe you? I had nothing to do with this.”

It’s clear why she’s here having a teenage fit.

She peeks one eye open through her weaved fingers. “You tricked me.”

“Me?” I point at myself.

“Don’t play dumb. You said you were moving in with me, which put Grandma Dori on the warpath because everyone knows her eyes are set on getting you and Liam together. She’s the only seventy-something who pushes her grandkids toward living in sin.”

“I’m not having sex with Liam. We’re platonic.”

She sits up, digs into her purse, pulls out her phone, and presses a few buttons. My gut twists because there’s only one thing on her phone that would be worth her pulling it out mid-conversation.

She holds it out toward me. “Really? Because here you are laughing with Liam at Carol’s Crabby Shack last night. Where, pray tell, did you sleep?”

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