Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,9

to get enough of my best friend.

“Kennedy was telling me the name of your penis.”

Kennedy’s sharp intake of breath made me grin harder. She was going to kill me, but it would be a death I would enjoy if I got to see the look on Tucker’s face first.

“You’ve named my penis and haven’t told me?” He grinned and I could tell by the look on his face that he thought the name was going to be something like womb raider or weapon of ass destruction. Not a wand from a children’s book.

“No.” Kennedy shook her head. Hard. “Brooke’s just being an ass.”

“She’s lying.” I dropped two more shoes in the box and began taping it up.

“You know, I was already starting to miss you.” Kennedy stared at me with a look that told me she was going to kill me. “But I take it back. Tucker, are you ready to go?”

“What do you call my penis?” He was grinning now as he looked down at her red face.

“It’s not important.” She shook her head.

“It’s my penis. I think it’s important.”

I snorted at that, but neither of them were paying any attention to me anymore.

“Can we go get some lunch? I’m starving.” Kennedy was just trying to change the subject, and we all three knew it. But Tucker was just a sucker enough for her to let her get away with it.

“Alright.” He laced his fingers with hers. “Brooke, are you coming with us?”

“Of course, sir.” I bowed, and he looked at me like I was crazy.

“Sir?”

“That’s what they call the wizard who owns the Elder Wand. Right, Kennedy?”

She let her head fall against his chest just as, “You named my dick after Harry Potter?” left his lips.

I laughed as I slid past them and headed to my room. “Give me five minutes to get ready.”

“I hate you.” Kennedy’s loud words were muffled against her wizard master’s chest.

“No. You don’t.” I shut my bedroom door and smiled. Damn, I was going to miss her.

Two

The Lie

Liam

I took a long pull from my beer and wiped the sweat from my brow. Who knew one guy could have so much stuff?

“Did you accumulate all of this since we moved in here?” I stared at my best friend. “I don’t remember moving all this shit in.”

“It’s because you’re going to miss me.” He smirked. “This shit seems a lot heavier when it’s carrying me away from you.”

“What the fuck ever.” I chuckled, but he wasn’t wrong.

I was going to miss him. Not so much that I was going to cry about it or anything, but Tucker was the closest thing I had to a brother.

He always had been.

We saw each other at our restaurant every day anyway. The separation would probably be good for us. Plus, I was kind of excited by the fact that I would be able to jerk off anywhere I wanted without the thought of him walking in on me.

Or fuck on any surface of this apartment without him telling me that he eats there or to watch out for his toothbrush.

The more I thought about it, the more the freedom sounded amazing.

My phone started buzzing in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see my mom’s name flash across the screen. I hadn’t taken her last two calls, and I knew she would send a search party out for me if I ignored this one.

“Hey, Mom.” I pressed the phone to my ear and leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Oh. Thank God,” she said in her dramatic southern accent. “I was starting to get worried.”

I rolled my eyes and took another sip of my beer. I loved my mom to death. Honestly, the only other mother that even compared to her was Tucker’s. But she was a bit overbearing to say the least.

“I’ve just been busy. Tucker’s moving out today.”

“Oh!” She finally sounded excited. “I bet he and Kennedy are so happy. I just absolutely love that girl.”

“I know.” I nodded my head even though she couldn’t see me. “Me too.”

“You need to find you a girl like her.”

And here we go.

For all the good my mother does, her ability to bring up the fact that it was time for me to settle down with a nice girl in every single conversation we had was almost evil.

I had no interest in settling down with anyone anytime soon, and she had no interest in letting the subject go until I did.

“Their wedding was gorgeous.” Tucker overheard her words, and I