Page 3 of The Nicest Thing
God, she was beautiful.
And it wasn't just the big honey-brown eyes, her full lips, the long dark hair, or even her gorgeous curves that I'd die to feel under my hands.The outer package was gorgeous, but Rose's soul shined from within.And those eyes of hers were on me.
"Finn?" she said, waiting patiently for an answer.
"I was in the neighborhood," I said, "so I decided to stop by."
Emmy tilted her head."What for?"
"Just to say hello."
"To me or to Rose?" she said.
I shot her a look, but Emmy simply fluttered her eyelashes at me innocently.
We'd never discussed it, but I was fairly certain my sister knew I was in love with Rose.Hell, my whole family probably knew.Wasn't like I tried to hide it.
"Both," I said smoothly.
"Really?" Emmy said.
"Yep."
"Hmmm."
Gritting my teeth, I stared her down, daring her to call me out.Whenever Emmy made that noise, it never meant anything good.At least not for the person on the other end of that hmmm.Rolling her eyes, she turned back to Rose.
"Anyway," she said, "where were we?"
Before Rose could respond, Emmy held up a hand.
"Oh yes, I remember.Your husband."
"Who I have no idea how to find," Rose put in.
"I have some thoughts on that," Emmy said."You could try a dating app."
"And end up the subject of a true crime episode?No, thanks," Rose said with a grimace.
"What about an online form?"
"Like an application?" Rose asked.
"Exactly."
I opened my mouth, but Rose snapped her fingers.
"Wait, I know," she said."I could do an ad.It would cost money that I actually don't have, but it might work."
"Like an open casting call," Emmy said with a nod."Gorgeous, Curvy Romance Author Seeks Fake Husband."
"I don't know about the gorgeous part," Rose mumbled then smiled brightly."But otherwise, I love it!"
"Well, Idoknow, and youaregorgeous, my friend—whether you accept it or not.What's your criteria for him?"
"Must be between the ages of 21 and 40," Rose said."No creeps please, only professionals."
"Must also be hot," Emmy added.
