![]() ![]() “Oh my gosh, Bree! You scared me to death. She releases a big puff of air and lets her shoulders sag in relief. The woman who was here before you and will be here well after you. Remember?” Nathan’s best friend since high school. She seems so opposite of the type of person I would pick for him-they all do. I have no idea how he spends time with this woman. And yeah, I know her name, because even though she pretends not to remember me every time we meet, she’s been dating Nathan for a few months now and we have met several times. This isn’t my first rodeo with one of Nathan’s girlfriends, though, so I do what I always do and smile at Kelsey. I would raise my hands in the air so I don’t get knifed to death, but I’m sort of loaded down with breakfast goods-goods for me and Nathan, not Miss Screechy. #The cheat sheet free full#“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” she screeches, and I immediately roll my eyes, because why does she have to be so screechy? She sounds like a clothespin is pinching the bridge of her nose and she has recently inhaled a whole balloon full of helium. We’re separated by a massive island, but from the way her eyes are bugging out, you’d think I was holding matching cutlery against the jugular vein in her neck. She’s clutching a butcher knife to her chest. Peeking around the corner, I find a woman wearing a light pink shorts-and-camisole sleep set pressed into the far corner of the wraparound white marble kitchen counter. ATTENTION ALL SEXY QUARTERBACKS! COVER YOUR GOODS! A GREEDY-EYED WOMAN IS IN THE HOUSE!Ī high-pitched yelp sounds from the kitchen, and I immediately frown. Using the heel of my tennis shoe, I slam the front door shut with enough gusto to warn Nathan that I’m on the premises. I know this smell so well I think I could follow it like a bloodhound if he ever goes missing. The moment I step inside Nathan’s apartment (which really should not be called an apartment because it’s the size of five large apartments smooshed together), the familiar clean and crisp scent of him knocks into me like a bus. I have fair skin, so there’s a one million percent chance it’s going to leave an angry red mark. I hiss when I turn the lock and a splash of coffee darts out onto my wrist through the little hole in the lid. But because I’m the best friend a person could ever ask for-which I will remind Nathan of as soon as I make it inside his apartment-I manage it. How am I going to make it through three weeks of fake dating Nathan without anything changing between us? Especially when it almost-sorta-kinda seems like he’s fighting for a completely different outcome? Send help.A piece of paper the quarterback has on his wristband to easily reference plays to be called.īalancing two cups of burning hot coffee and a box of donuts while trying to unlock a front door is not easy. ![]() ![]() oops, forgot I can’t tell anyone about that! The bottom line is that my best friend is now smudging all the lines and acting very un-platonic, and I’m just trying to keep my body from bursting into flames every time he touches me. Oh, and did I mention we have to date publicly for three weeks until after the Super Bowl because we signed a contract with. ![]() (I’m not crying I’m just peeling an onion.) Our friendship is going swimmingly until I accidentally spill my beans to a reporter over too much tequila, and now the world seems to think Nathan and I belong together. Nothing but good old-fashioned no-touching-the-sexiest-man-alive platonic friendship for us! Everything is exactly how I like it! Yes. The first step is admitting it, right? Except, I can never admit it to him because he clearly doesn’t see me that way, and the last thing I want is for things to get weird between us. Hi, my name is Bree Camden, and I’m hopelessly in love with my best friend and star quarterback Nathan Donelson (so is half of America, judging by the tabloids and how much the guy dates). ![]()
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