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

by Annah Conwell

I guess I need to prepare you for this weekend,” Sloane’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. “You are free on Saturday, right?” I nod. “ Luckily, I am. But I do have some work to do today, so how about I pick you up tonight for dinner and you can tell me everything I need to know?” She tucks a stray hair behind her ear. “Sure, that sounds good. I can give you my number, then text you my address.” I hand her my phone and she opens up the contacts. Pauses. Then looks at me. “There are other girls’ numbers in here,” she says in a stilted voice. “There are,” I reply, confused at her tone. “If we’re going to do this, you can’t–I mean–” She cringes. “Are you okay not dating anyone while we’re together? I’m sorry–I’m not trying to be controlling of your personal life–but if someone saw you…” I ignore the sting of her implications. She doesn’t know me, but I wish she didn’t think I’d be the type of guy to date around while I’m dating her–fake or not. “Rose.” I meet her eyes. “I won’t date or flirt with anyone while we’re doing this. I’m not that kind of guy. I’m yours for the summer.” “Thank you,” she breathes out. Then she types in her number and hands my phone back to me.