Page 26 of Cinnamon Roll Set Up

Sam nods. “Truth.”

“I’m even helping him find a girlfriend.” Feels like a thing I should say, since his date will start any minute now. Not that I’ve been peeking at my phone to double check the time or anything.

Both of them stop their dinner prep and turn to face me.

“You’re doing what?” Sam asks.

“Finding him a girlfriend. Well, helping him find a date first. The girlfriend part will come on its own.”

He can be as humble as he wants, but I know he’s awesome. Kara doesn’t stand a chance.

Sam shares a look with Harper. Then he turns to me, staring blankly. “You…are setting your best friend up…on dates?”

“Yes. He’s out on the first one right now.”

That queasiness rises again in my stomach, but I shove it away. Sam and Harper aren’t even putting on a disgusting show of togetherness. Aside from the mutual staring-at-me thing.

“You’re doing this…why?”

“It takes him forever to get to know someone well enough to ask them out. I’m just helping him along.” Perfectly normal and reasonable. “I’m his wingwoman.”

I really need a little pair of wings to clip onto my shirt like they give kids on a plane.Official Wingwoman.

Sam gestures with the butter knife. “You don’t feel that’s a…conflict of interest?”

“Why are you putting so many pauses in your questions? And why would it be a conflict of interest?”

He sets the bread on the table and stares down at me where I’m sitting. “Georgia, you’re a smart, talented woman. You are not one of the too-stupid-to-live heroines in a bad rom-com. Youknowthe answer to this. Are you sure you’re not interested in the position for yourself?”

“Sam, come on. You know I’m holding out for one of my book boyfriends to come to life.”

He gives me a look like he’s ultra-disappointed in me. “That’s not more reasonable.”

Harper perks up, though. “Which one?”

She sets down plates of roasted vegetables and chicken. They cooked them separately to accommodate me, which I appreciate. At Dad and Ava’s, I have to pick the meat out of my meals like an irritable child.

“One of the ‘former military turned private security’ guys. They’re strong, dedicated, protective, older, and quietly capable.”

I adore this small-town series. Every single one of the guys is the dreamiest, sweetest, fluffiest cinnamon roll—wrapped in a muscular, take-charge package.Thank you, U.S. Army.

“Don’t forget fictional,” Sam says.

“That’s the best part.”

Harper sits down next to him across from me. “I’m behind on that series.”

I looped her into my romance book group a couple of years ago. It’s pretty vibrant now, even if we mostly sit around and fan ourselves over the heroes. We rotate through different tropes every month. Right now, we’re on older brother’s best friend.

“Catch up. The next book is about a quiet grump nobody knows very well who’s secretly in love with the sassy heroine.”

Sam groans. “Are you kidding me right now?”

Harper lightly smacks him. “It’s romantic.”

“I’m not disputing that. I know a thing or two about being secretly in love.” He goes in for a kiss.

“Exactly,” I say before their quick peck can get out of hand. “And since I set you two up, you shouldn’t scoff about me setting up Miles.”

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