Page 49 of Counterfeit Boyfriend
“I need to hear more about you,” Madison said, assessing him with her foxlike gaze.
“You have a wedding to get ready for,” I reminded her.
“Not to worry. I’m good at multitasking.” In spite of her words, she began pulling away from us. “See both of you in a few hours?”
“With bells on!” I cocked my head. “Wait. What’s with that saying? For one, that would take attention away from you, the bride, and of course we’d never do something like that, but why would anyone wear bells anyway?”
“Ah, my little squirrel. You haven’t changed a bit.” Madison raised an eyebrow, her gaze moving to Evan. “Hope you can keep up with her.”
“Not a chance,” Evan said. “Even if I took all of her coffee and consumed it myself, I’d still fall short.” His grip on me tightened and he pressed his lips against my temple. “But I’ll do my damnedest.”
Madison grinned, full out, and pointed a finger at him. “I like this one. I think he’s a keeper.” Back in high school, I tended to go with her opinion, whether I fully agreed or not.
But when it came to this one, I one-hundred percent agreed. During this road trip, I’d realized he was a keeper.
With the way he’d been acting today, though, I was just afraid that he’d decided I wasn’t.
