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

by Annah Conwell

“I’d love to get a photo with you though, if you don’t mind.” “Me too!” Dahlia says. She holds her phone out to Grayson. “Will you take the photos?” “I’d be happy to.” He meets my eyes. “As long as Sloane is okay with having her picture taken.” It feels as though champagne is bubbling through me, sweet and sparkling. I can’t remember the last time someone besides my two roommates checked on how I felt about something. Sure, a photo request is nothing big, but he still wanted me to be comfortable. I tilt my head to the side, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth as I try to decipher who the man standing across from me is. He’s clearly a flirt and the kind of extrovert I couldn’t even dream of being. But he’s also read my books–if only to support his enthusiastic friend–and is thoughtful enough to pause and check in. It has me intrigued, which isn’t good. I can’t afford to end up enamored with a man who has no problem flirting with one woman one day, and a different one the next. If he’s gone through as many girls as I suspect, he either thinks commitment is synonymous with the plague or has standards so high I’d never make the cut. “Oh!” Dahlia cringes. “I got overexcited again. If you don’t want to take photos, that’s perfectly fine. You signing my books was enough to make my whole year.” “No, it’s okay, thank you for asking though,” I direct my gratitude toward Grayson.