Page 4 of The Nicest Thing
"Yeah, that would be nice. Attractive men do seem to sell more books."
"Must alsonotbe an asshole."
"Emmy."
"What?"
Rose rolled her eyes."How about must be nice?"
"Nice?" Emmy repeated with a frown.
"Must be a gentleman," Rose amended then shot Emmy a little smirk that did weird things to my insides, "who isn't afraid to throw down when necessary."
"Bonus points if he talks dirty," Emmy said, and the two high-fived.
"Not sure if I'll get to experience that, but it couldn't hurt."
"Or," Emmy said, "if you're willing to fork out the cash, you could always hire an escort."
Over my dead body.
Unable to listen any longer, I stepped forward.
"I said I'll do it," I repeated.
Rose and Emmy both looked up.
"Do what?" Rose said.
"You need a fake husband, right?"
"Yeah…"
I shrugged."I'm your guy."
Rose's mouth formed a surprised O, and my sister…well, her jaw was slack; her eyes were wide; and I didn't think she'd blinked in the last five seconds.
"What?" I said, shooting them a grin."It's not a bad idea."
Emmy recovered first."He's right.It could work."
Rose gaped at her."You think so?"
"Yeah."
I'd never wanted to hug my sister more than I did right then.
"Finn's my second favorite brother, and he's definitely cheaper than hiring a professional.He'd make a decent fake husband."
"Thanks, Em," I said.
"No problem."
Rose looked between the two of us before pinning her gaze on me.
"You're joking," Rose said.
"No, I'm dead serious."
