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

by Annah Conwell

I try not to look nervous as I smile for the pictures. “Thank you so much,” Dahlia half-speaks, half-squeals into my ear as she wraps me up in a hug. I stiffen for a moment but hug her back so she doesn’t think I’m rude. “Thank you for reading my books,” I reply, then accept Juliette’s hug. Grayson opens his arms with a smirk. “What about me?” “This feels like a trap,” I say and the girls laugh. “Friends hug,” he defends his actions with his arms still open wide. “Are you going to hold your arms out until I hug you?” He shrugs, his smirk morphing into a playful grin. “You’re going to be holding them up for a long time because I’m not falling for this game.” “There’s no game,” he says in a tone that makes it seem like there very much is a game afoot. “And I can hold this pose for a while; you’ve seen me at the gym.” Translation: You’ve been watching me, Rose. My face flushes because, well, I have been watching him. Only because it’s hard not to admire a tall, dark-haired, sculpted masterpiece. Especially when said masterpiece also has a smile as bright as the sun and makes everyone he comes in contact with laugh. “I hug Dahlia and Juliette all the time,” he adds. His words make me realize the two women are still here too. Grayson seems to have an uncanny ability to make me forget other people are around. “Are both of you really just friends with him?” I ask. Dahlia laughs. “We’re about to be family. I’m marrying his older brother.” “And I’m marrying his twin,” Juliette says...