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

by Annah Conwell

Maybe I’m giving myself too much credit, but I swear she looks happier than she did when she came in. “We can play a game, if you have time,” she says, mirth filling her voice. She takes a seat, flipping her long ponytail over her shoulder. I pause before sitting down, hating that I haven’t already asked her. I’m not the kind of guy who flirts with another man’s girlfriend. “Before I sit down, I have to ask: Are you still with your boyfriend?” She looks up at me, surprise evident in the widening of her eyes. “I only ask because there’s no way I can sit across from you for the next twenty minutes and not flirt with a woman as beautiful as you.” Her face flushes and she looks down at the board, toying with a pawn. “We broke up two weeks ago.” “Good,” I say, then cringe. “Well–not good, just–” I rake a hand through my hair, wondering when I became such an idiot. I’m never like this around women. “It’s okay,” she says with a laugh. “It is good. He was a jerk.” “Oh.” I sit down across from her and we start to set up the board. “I’m sorry