motto and the premise of my speech; the one I’m heading back to Southern
Illinois University to give at my college alumni reunion. As the morning
co-host of Good Morning, San Francisco, I was asked to be one of the
keynote speakers, and while I’m honored to do so, there’s only one problem. The
other speaker is Danny Ohara, my former boyfriend. Throw in an issue with my
credit card that leaves me stuck at the airport, no rental car in sight, until
a familiar face appears like a guardian angel in sexy black glasses.
Rigsby, my airport savior and old friend from college: I’m not supposed to be
attracted to him. At all. He’s my ex’s former roommate. Yet that doesn’t stop
my big mouth from lying about the status of our relationship when we come
face-to-face with said former roommate. As in, we have one.
for the alumni reunion, but I’m damn sure glad I did. When I found the familiar
face stranded at the airport, I readily agreed to give her a ride. It’s great
to catch up with Cricket Hill, as we make our way back to the place we
ultimately met. What I’m not prepared for is this overwhelming attraction I
feel for her. I’m not supposed to notice how amazing her butt looks in a pair
of black yoga pants. She’s a friend. Period.
about our budding relationship to my former roommate and her ex, I have no
choice but to go along with it to save face. I have to pretend to be her
boyfriend. I mean, it’s one little white lie, right?
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10 years ago, the day before she was supposed to be leaving for her new life in California, Reuben had the unfortunate task of telling Cricket where her boyfriend and car were. Hint – she would be going to California without her boyfriend.
Now a successful morning show anchor, Cricket is heading back to school to give a key note speech at their alumni reunion. The other speaker is her ex boyfriend…. When she runs into her ex while out with her old friend Reuben, it sort of slips out that they are a thing.
Neither Cricket or Reuben had ever thought of the other in that manner but when a little white lie forces their hand, is it possible that there is more to it than a hoax?
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chest. I cross my arms and narrow my eyes, feeling nothing like I felt when
Rueben did it earlier tonight. Instead, I want to stab his eyes out with a rusty
butter knife and then throw darts at them.
finding the worn throw line on the marred hardwood floor.
off, are you?” he asks, spinning around and following me.
“Actually, yes, yes I am still mad.” I throw the second dart. “You stole my
car!” I state as I throw the third one with a little too much force and miss
the board completely.
I stand. “I paid you for your half,” he reminds me, cocking his head to the
side as if it’s no big deal.
brewing inside me. Instead of punching him in the face—which is taking all the
strength I have not to do—I focus straight ahead and throw the darts.
harder than I’d like.
darts a third time. All of my throws are complete shit, probably because I
can’t even concentrate on the round board in front of me. It takes all my
energy not to turn and “accidentally” toss a dart or two at his head. But then
I think about prison and how horrible I’d look in those orange jumpsuits and
decide he’s not worth the energy or time. Plus, I’m not that great of a cook
and I’d probably get stuck with kitchen detail.
in the hell Rueben is.
doesn’t see anyone remotely close that could constitute as my date. A knowing
grin spreads across his face—one that tells me he thinks I’m lying.
here alone too.” He takes a step closer and those pesky hairs at the nape of my
neck stand at attention again. “Maybe it’s fate that we’re both alone tonight.”
asshole you are and wants nothing to do with you.”
and unforgiving and refuse to let the past go.”
guy talking about?
Morning, San Francisco?”
yours in six years. In fact, you were the one who left it, remember?”
trying to grate on my nerves, which pisses me off that I’m actually responding
at all. It’s like I’m letting him win. “All I’m saying is maybe if you were as
bubbly in person as you are on-air, you’d have a date this weekend,” he says
with a shrug.
glance around once more.
welcome one. Before I can even think about a consequence or a repercussion, I
practically jump up and throw my arms around Rueben’s neck, saying, “He’s right
happen. My body ignites with desire, as if someone doused me with gasoline and
lit a match, and the second is he deepens the kiss. His lips are firm, yet
soft, as he plies my mouth open, his tongue delving inside and sliding against
mine. It’s intoxicating and invigorating, and frankly, out of this fucking
world. I have no idea how long we kiss, all I know is I’d be okay with it never
ending. His lips are masterful, and frankly, I’ve never been kissed like this
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