But He's My Fake Fiancé (But He's a Carter Brother #3)

by Annah Conwell

She giggles and the whole store brightens. The sound embodies pure joy and I’m convinced it could chase away rainclouds on the darkest, stormiest day.

How can a woman so breathtaking and utterly brilliant be unsure of herself? Seeing her fidgeting in front of me makes me want to find whatever is causing this insecurity and rip it apart.

“So,” he begins while I’m trying to wrap my head around what I’ve just done. “Have we set a date yet?”

I do, big time. But if she likes the marshmallows, I’ll eat the mushy cardboard-tasting bits.

“If you’re anxious to get to the post-date kiss, I’m happy to oblige you now.”

“I’m sorry for manhandling you,” I say. A wicked grin spreads over his face. “You can handle me any way you like, wifey.”

“You are positively rakish, Grayson Carter.” “I love it when you talk bookish to me.”

If falling for her is jumping out of a plane, I don’t even need a parachute, just let me get a running start.

Emotion burns within me as I realize just how perfect she is. She’s the sun-warmed towel waiting for you when you get out of the water. A chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven. The kind of book you read over and over again because it never gets old. She’s comfort and adventure intertwined in the most achingly beautiful package.

This woman is going to be the death of me, but at least I’ll die happy.