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

by Annah Conwell

“We are not kissing.” I pull him into the elevator as soon as it opens. “We are making sure my roommates don’t talk to you.” “I can’t believe my betrothed is embarrassed of me.” Once the elevator doors close, I sigh and look at him. He’s wearing navy blue shorts and a white linen shirt with a few buttons undone, exposing a triangle of smooth, tan skin. The sleeves are rolled up too, which I’m convinced is every woman’s kryptonite. I realize I’m still holding his hand, and I drop it. It’s suddenly much too warm in here. “I’m not embarrassed of you. I simply don’t know how to tell my two best friends that I’m engaged.” “Do you want to tell them it’s fake? I assume you can trust them, since you live with them.” “I don’t know if I want to drag them into this, but I also hate the idea of lying to them.” “I think you should tell them. You shouldn’t have to keep up the story in your own home.” His reasoning is sound. I don’t want them to lie for me, but it’s rare that they’d run into anyone they’d have to lie to on my behalf, now that I think about it. “That’s a good point. I’ll tell them, then.” “Good.” He pauses, and I fiddle with my watch. “You look lovely, by the way.” “Oh, thank you.” I blush. “You don’t have to compliment me, though. I know it’s all a game.” “Complimenting you will never be a game, Rose.” I look up at him, meeting his sparkling blue eyes. His sincerity hits me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath. The elevator dings, saving me from having to formulate a co...