Fire took out my business, my apartment and almost my life a few weeks back, and now I’m living in my best friend’s house while I rebuild, and he travels the world. He found his perfect match and now It’s time I found mine.
After years on my own, I want a family, but I have zero hope in finding my match while I’m still completely crushing on the hottest builder in the world, and to make matters worse, he’s now my roommate.
I thought sharing a house with Carter would help me get over him. I’d see why he’s never had a boyfriend, or anyone worth bringing around town. I’d discover all of his faults up close and squash the perfect god-like image I’ve cemented in my mind all these years.
Problem is, no matter what annoying habits I jot down on my list, the more time I spend with him the more I’m convinced Carter is everything I will ever need. Now I just have to figure out a way to tell him.
With Michael traveling the world, it’s just Lucas and me in his house while we rebuild the café, bakery, and apartment. I’m happy for Michael. I really am, but seeing another friend get their happy beginning shines a light again on the fact that I might never get mine.
I’m sick of being everyone’s best friend, yet no one’s boyfriend. I want my happy beginning too. I want someone to pick me. To want me. To love me.
So I do what any single guy would do, I sign up for speed dating. Blind dates suck but I’m never going to find the one if I don’t start putting myself out there.
The problem is, the more time I spend living with Lucas the more I realize, I don’t want any of these random hookups. I want the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. The one who bakes me cookies to make me smile. So now I have to figure out a way to show him I can be an awesome boyfriend. I can be his happy beginning if he will just give me a chance out of the friend zone.
Authors: Becca Jackson
Length: 244 pages
Series: Love in No Man’s Land, Book 2
I toss and turn through the night, dreaming of Carter. That moment we shared in the kitchen—if it even was a moment—had my head spinning, so I’m up early baking and doing laundry while he and his brother snore upstairs.
I’ve folded all the clothes and am now staring at his basket, wondering how it isn’t weird that I just touched his underwear. Just the thought of Carter’s underwear would have had me blushing bright red only weeks ago, and now I’m doing his laundry every day.
It did start out weird. At first, I’d just separate everything and leave his stuff in the basket for him to fold and put away. But the more time he spends working in the cafe, the less time he has to do anything for himself. I can’t help much on-site, but I can do this.
I grab the basket and head to Carter’s room. The closer I get, the louder his heavy breathing becomes.
I reach the top, take a step into his room, lower the basket, and freeze.
Carter is lying facedown on his bed, his sheet scooped low on his bare back, just above his round ass.
Is he naked? Does Carter sleep naked?
He rolls, but before he’s flipped completely over, I drop the basket on the chair beside the door and turn, smacking my head on the doorjamb.
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