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

by Annah Conwell

sorry I’m late, had to close the bakery myself today,” another one of my brothers–Maverick–says as he walks down the stairs of my basement. Most of the time, if all of us brothers are getting together, we end up down here in my basement. I bought a two-story home in a quaint, family-friendly neighborhood because I felt like buying a ‘bachelor pad’ was foolish when I knew I wanted a family one day. But I also am a bachelor, and like having my brothers over, so I turned my basement into a man cave of sorts. There’s a giant TV on the wall, every gaming console available, a pool table, a huge sectional, and a closet full of board games that have caused many fights between all of us. I’ve even got a Georgia Thrashers helmet that’s been signed by all of the players of the last championship-winning team on display in a glass case, perks of my sister marrying their coach. “It’s no big deal. I thought you stopped doing that though?” I ask as I put my cue on the mounted wall rack. Maverick runs his own bakery, and as it’s grown in popularity he’s hired a few employees to help him. He still likes to go in early in the mornings to do a lot of the baking himself, but he rarely works the counter anymore. “I did, but both my employees who usually work today called in sick, so I figured I could work or close up shop, and since I already had most of the baking done, I worked the whole day.” “You should probably be home asleep,” I say and he shrugs, heading over to slump onto my sectional. ...