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

by Annah Conwell

“We’ll be getting married next month,” Brooke squeals, then calms herself and flips her platinum hair over one shoulder. “Oh, and Mom also wanted me to invite you to the engagement party this Saturday. I’m assuming you won’t have a plus one?” Brooke asks, still wearing her shiny, smug grin. Her question stings. She’s won and she knows it. They came here with the intent to catch me off guard, to hurt me, and then leave me feeling alone and unworthy. I glance away, trying to gather my thoughts, and my eyes land on Grayson. He’s walking toward a machine nearby. Before I can talk myself out of it, I call out to him. “Gray!” I say and his head snaps in my direction. A grin spreads over his face, bringing a rush of warmth over my skin. If only he didn’t look at everyone like that, like they’re the best thing he’s seen since he opened his eyes this morning. I wave him over and he saunters up to us. His confidence is infectious, and I find myself standing a little straighter. My boldness from before returns, and a very, very stupid idea comes into my mind. But when I glance back at Brooke to find her nuzzling Topher’s arm like a cat, I throw caution to the wind. “Brooke, Topher,” I say, then take a deep breath of courage. “I’d like to introduce you to my fiancé, Grayson Carter.” Brooke’s mouth drops open, and Topher looks as though someone took a crowbar to his Porsche. Their shocked faces boost my mood, but there’s one more reaction I need to check. I look up at Grayson, and he s...