Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,28
fake.
Everything about it was.
But the way she watched my mouth didn’t seem fake, the way her breath caught as her lips pressed against mine. She nibbled on my bottom lip, and everything was suddenly too real.
I ran my tongue against her mouth, and she let out the tiniest moan as she let me inside. The way she tasted didn’t seem fake. Neither did the way her hand wrapped around the back of my neck or the way her tongue was fighting with mine for more.
A loud whistle rang out and I barely registered it. It wasn’t until I heard Andy’s loud mouth say, “Well, ladies. Pack it up. It seems our golden boy, Liam, has finally found the one,” that some sense was finally knocked into me.
I pulled my mouth away from Brooke with a laugh, and I avoided her eyes as I smiled.
I may have been their golden boy, but I hadn’t found anything. I was going to keep telling myself that over and over until I finally believed it.
Nine
The South
Brooke
“Go to Tennessee with Liam,” they said. “It will be a good vacation.”
Vacation my ass.
Unless you considered getting whiplash from the resident golden boy a vacation. Which let me be clear, I didn’t.
I had just gotten done telling Kennedy that too. She wanted to know all about it.
Was I having fun?
Were we in love yet?
That girl, she had jokes.
No. I was not having fun. Okay. Technically, I was having a little bit of fun, but I didn’t know one moment from the next if Liam was going to be hot or cold.
It was confusing, and it was fucking with my head.
“Good morning.” Liam’s mom, Sarah, was sitting on her front porch when I walked outside. I had no idea where Liam was. I just knew he wasn’t in the bed when I woke up and that he had been acting weird ever since I kissed him yesterday.
“Morning.” I took a seat in the rocking chair beside her.
“Liam went to the store with his dad to get some things to fix that old fence.” She lifted her coffee cup in the direction of a fence that looked perfectly fine to me.
“Okay.” I pulled one of my knees to my chest and slowly rocked in the chair.
“Liam doesn’t let many women in, you know.” She had a gentle smile on her face as she spoke.
“I know.” I knew all too well. Liam didn’t let anyone in.
“When he told me he was bringing you home for the wedding, I just about fell out of my chair.” She laughed and looked out over the view of the mountains in the distance. “The last girl I saw him with just about broke his heart. Or maybe she actually did.”
“Katie.” I finally said her name out loud. She had been all I had been able to think about since yesterday. The way she looked at Liam, but more importantly, the way Liam looked at her.
“Yeah. He tell you about her?”
“Not really.” I was honest with the woman for once. “But we saw her yesterday, and I saw the way he looked at her.”
She nodded as if she understood without even having to experience it. “She was his high school sweetheart. It didn’t matter how much I begged him to slow down, he thought that girl was going to be his future.”
Her words were like a sharp knife to the chest.
“But I knew she wasn’t. She never looked at him the way he looked at her. She was always too busy looking somewhere else.” She turned her head and looked at me. “Not you though. You look at him like he hung the moon and all the stars.”
I was a little stunned by her words. I looked at him like that? I wasn’t meaning to.
“Don’t look so shocked.” She chuckled, and I tried to school my face. “My boy looks at you the same way.”
“He doesn’t.” I shook my head. I could pretend to be his girlfriend, but the last thing I wanted was for her to think her son was madly in love with me when it was the furthest thing from the truth.
“He does, love. It doesn’t matter what that boy tries to hide. I’m his mama, and I know I’ve never seen my boy look at someone the way he looks at you.”
Yeah, because he was a damn good actor.
“What happened with Katie?”
She leaned her head back, and I had a feeling she hated reliving this story. She hated remembering how her son