Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,12

didn’t do anything.”

“Yes. He did.” Tucker was grinning, and it only made me want to know what Liam was up to even more.

“What did you do to your mama?” Kennedy wasn’t fucking around anymore. She was looking at him sternly, and she was expecting answers. “She’s like the sweetest lady ever.”

I tried to remember his mom, but the only time I had ever been around her was at Tucker and Kennedy’s wedding and Liam sure as hell didn’t introduce us. I could barely remember anything at that wedding besides him.

“He lied to her.”

Liam held up his hands as Kennedy’s mouth opened to scold him. “I didn’t lie. Fibbed maybe.”

“He told his mom that he has a girlfriend, and he’s supposed to be bringing her home to meet the family in exactly,” Tucker looked down at his phone, “four days.”

I couldn’t stop my snort of laughter. Why his mom would even believe that is beyond me. Anyone who knew anything about Liam knew that he wasn’t boyfriend material. Hell, he wasn’t even second hookup material. From what I knew, you got one ticket to the Liam ride then you were done.

No re-entry.

Unless you were me, of course.

Then you got no entry at all.

“Just tell her the truth.” Kennedy was always the rational one.

“Yeah right.” Liam ran his fingers through his hair, and there was something about watching him be truly nervous for the first time since I met him that I liked. Way too much. “You should have heard how excited she was when I told her. She’s been calling and texting me every day, asking me to bring her. She’s even been asking me for a picture so she can see what her grandkids will look like.”

“Did you send her one?” Chloe was far too interested in Liam’s distress. This was one of the reasons why I loved her.

“Hell no. I was going to send her one off the internet, but knowing her, she’d reverse search it on Google or something to find her.”

That would be hilarious. I wish we could all be there to watch Liam get caught in his lie. He was always calm and so aloof, and I knew it would be one of the best moments of my life to watch him get caught by his own mother.

“Why don’t you just take Brooke with you?”

My head shot up in Chloe’s direction, and I wasn’t sure if I heard her correctly.

“What?” Liam was apparently feeling the exact same way as me.

“That’s not a bad idea.” Kennedy sat up in the chair as she stared across the table at us. “Brooke could pretend to be your girlfriend for the week. She needs a vacation from work anyway.”

“No.” I couldn’t stop shaking my head. “That’s not happening.”

“Why not?” I could practically see Chloe rubbing her hands together. “You all are friends, so it wouldn’t be awkward, and you know enough about each other that your mom wouldn’t suspect a thing.”

Except it would be awkward as hell.

It would be the most awkward, horrible week of my life.

But Chloe and Kennedy didn’t know that because I didn’t tell them what happened at the wedding. I hadn’t told anyone.

I preferred to put my head in the sand and pretend like it didn’t happen.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Liam said the words, but he looked like he was actually considering it.

Like he thought I would actually agree to something like that.

“Agreed. It’s not happening.”

“The ultimate bachelor and bachelorette.” Chloe pointed back and forth between Liam and I. “I bet the two of you could even kiss in front of them and not be affected at all.”

He could. I was absolutely certain about that.

But I wasn’t willing to find out whether or not it would affect me. Because I already knew the answer.

“You all have lost your damn minds. I’m not going to Tennessee with Liam to lie to his mama’s face in some elaborate scheme because he can’t tell her that he’s not relationship material.”

“Oh, shit.” Tucker snickered under his breath, and I couldn’t believe that I had just said that out loud.

I looked over at Liam who was now looking at me with a smirk on his face, but I couldn’t read it. I could never read him.

“You know what I mean.” I rolled my eyes and tried to brush off what I had just said.

“Oh. I got it.” He nodded his head.

“When is the last time you were in a relationship?” I asked, trying to prove my point. I