Rule #3: You Can't Kiss Your Best Friend (The Rules of Love, #3)

by Anne-Marie Meyer

“Come on. Tell me who you’re interested in. I’ll match you with her.” He glanced over at me and his expression stilled.

Suddenly, a hand surrounded my wrist and I was pulled back. “Bourne.”

Now, whenever one is mad at the other, all we have to say is Bourne, and we have to stop what we are doing and go watch the movie. I sighed. “Really?” He shrugged. “It’s a rule.” I shook my head. “No, it’s not.” “Are you challenging our friendship code?”

There was depth to his voice that told me, yes, he felt bad about what he said. After all, what else could it mean?

Ethan whipped around, placed his hands on each side of my face, and pressed his lips against mine.

“Olivia, I was hurt. It broke me to find out that you didn’t think I was good enough to be your match.”

When he climbed into the driver’s seat and shut the door, he smiled over at me. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. “So, you’re really happy to be home? You didn’t fall for some French guy when you were there?” I hesitated as I dropped my gaze. “You weren’t supposed to find out about Jacque.” He laughed but then his expression stilled. “What?” I swatted his arm. “I’m joking. I thought about you and missed you the entire time.”