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My Father's Best Friend Interrupted
Lanie Andrew sighed, and I gave him a timid, encouraging smile. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted. “I bet most people feel that way.”He shook his head. “It’s good that she’s going out. She didn’t used to. But now that she’s acting normal again, I’m left with a whole new problem.”“That of raising a teenager?”“Exactly.” He laughed. I lifted a shoulder. “Sorry. I wish I could be more help.” “This is your job, isn’t it?” He reached across the table and took my hand in his. Flipping my arm over, his fingers ran up and down the delicate spot there. Pleasure danced through me.“Um, what were we talking about again?”Andrew smiled. “Nothing,” he whispered. “We’re finally alone.”“Yeah,” I thickly gasped. “We are.”For a long moment, we stayed where we were, his fingers dancing across my arm. After days of yearning for his touch, getting it made me feel so good I was afraid I’d pass out. “Want to see the living room?” he asked after a while. I’d already gotten a peek at it ea
My Father's Best Friend Everything Falls Apart
Lanie “Is that you, Lanie?” Mom called as I closed the front door behind me. “Yeah!” I hung my jean jacket up and made my way through the house, following the spicy-sweet scent in the air. As expected, my mom was in the kitchen. As I entered, she pulled a baking sheet of cookies from the oven and set them on the stove top. “Those look good,” I commented, leaning against the kitchen island. “They’re for the library bake sale tomorrow. I thought we could ice them.” She turned to me, and her eyes went wide. “That’s not what you’re wearing, is it?”I looked down at my jeans, ankle boots, and sweater. “Uh, to the bake sale? Isn’t that tomorrow?”Mom pursed her lips. The oven mitt hit the counter with a grand display of annoyance. “To your father’s event.”“What?” Realization, come days too late, struck. “Crap. That’s tonight?”“Yes. I hope you’re going home and changing.”“Mom, I forgot. I have plans.”She studied me. “What kind of plans?”“Plans with Andrew.”“Lanie—”“Mom, don’t.”“Yo
My Father's Best Friend My Father Can't Find Out
LanieI opened my mouth, searching for air, but finding none. I’d been reduced to a frantically gulping fish. All I could do was stare at Andrew as the world around us turned apocalyptic.Andrew stared back, his face pale and his features tight. “How have you never met before?” my mother asked from next to me, her voice sounding miles away. I kept my eyes on Andrew, too aware of the pounding in my ears. Did we say something? As in the truth?I gulped, squeezing the sides of my chair. What would my parents say once they found out the man I was seeing was none other than my dad’s long-time friend?Andrew cleared his throat, his eyes quickly jumping to my mother. “I honestly don’t know. It’s crazy.” Again, his gaze slid over to me, the tension in his shoulders unmistakable. “You don’t go by Elizabeth.”He made it sound like an accusation. “No,” my numb tongue responded. “Helena is my middle name, so, you know, Lanie.”Andrew’s chest rose sharply with an inhale. “Right. It’s very nice.
My Father's Best Friend Freaking Out
Lanie“Do your parents know about you and my dad?” Raven asked.“Um.”“Is that why you’re both acting all freaked out?”Sighing, I threw in the towel. Trying to keep anything from Raven would be pointless. I already knew she’d dig and dig until she uncovered the truth. “My parents don’t know your dad and I know each other. They wouldn’t take it well.”Her nose wrinkled. “Why?”“Because.” I hesitated. Should I really be having this conversation with a seventeen-year-old?“You’re too young for him,” she finished for me.My shoulders fell. “Is that what you think?”“No,” she quickly responded. “Jeez. But is that what your parents think?”I twisted my golden bracelet around and around. I’d been so excited getting dressed for Andrew, thinking this night would only be one of fun and passion. “Yes. They would. They believe I should only be spending my time with people my age.”“Well, that’s stupid.” Raven tossed her hair and crossed her legs, getting comfortable. Muffled applause crept under
My Father's Best Friend The Morning After
AndrewFingers laced behind my head, I stared at the ceiling above my bed, thoughts running a thousand miles per hour.What were the chances of Bob being Lanie’s father? How come he never corrected me and told me she went by a nickname and not by Elizabeth? Was this moral? Was this a train wreck waiting to happen?Bob had been my closest friend for years. I couldn’t go behind his back and date his daughter. Right?Sighing, I turned to look at the pillow next to me. Every morning I woke up, the bed seemed larger, too spacious for one person. I’d thought Lanie would be sharing the mattress with me the night before, warming not only a bed but a spot in my life that had been vacant for far too long.Still, my body ached for her. It didn’t understand why my damn head hadn’t allowed her to come over.It’s too complicated, I reminded myself as I hauled my ass up. With what happened at the fundraiser and Raven not feeling well, there was too much going on. As badly as I needed Lanie in my arm
My Father's Best Friend On a Break
Andrew“I get why Raven would be upset to think we’re sneaking around. I don’t want to feel like it’s that way.”“We weren’t,” she said in a small voice.“Yes, but if we continue to see each other without telling your parents, it will be sneaking around.”More silence filled the conversation, and I wished I could take back the “but” in my statement. It made the whole situation sound too precarious, like I had no faith in the two of us at all.“You don’t want to tell them, do you?”“My dad will be so angry,” she instantly said. “You must know that. You’re, like, his best friend, right?”It was supposed to be a joke, but it didn’t land its mark.“I can’t lie to him, Lanie,” I insisted.“What is he going to say when you tell him? Do you honestly think it’ll go well?”I chewed that over. Bob was a strong-willed man. An opinionated one. A pretty traditional one, as well. And protective. Even if he didn’t spend enough time with his family, I knew from the way he’d spoken in the past that he
My Father's Best Friend The Voice of Reason
LanieThe tiny gong in the yoga room sounded, signaling the start of the meditation period. Sucking in a long breath, I straightened my back and focused on the sensation of my palms on my knees.I can do this. I can meditate for five minutes without thinking about Andrew at all. Wait. Damn. I’m thinking about him. Is he disappointed in me? Should I just tell my parents and get it over with?“Crap,” I whispered.Hopping up, I snatched up my yoga mat and bag and hurried past everyone else sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, and out of the room. In the bathroom, I ran the water as cold as I could take it and splashed it on my face.A knock on the door made me turn, face dripping water droplets on my tank top. “Just a second.”“It’s me,” Erica said through the door. “Are you okay?”Drying my cheeks with a paper towel, I opened the door. “I’m fine.”She arched a brow. “You cursed and then ran out during meditation.”“Meditation is hard.” Taking my bag, which I had since stuffed my mat into,
My Father's Best Friend If It's Meant to Be
LanieErica sighed. “Your dad would get over it eventually.”“It could destroy his relationship with Andrew.”“If that’s the case, then it wasn’t that strong in the first place.” Crack went another peanut shell, and she popped the contents into her mouth. “Let’s come back here next weekend.”I pulled my bag from my phone and checked it, unable to stop myself. No messages. No missed calls. Andrew and I weren’t supposed to be talking, but I couldn’t stop getting my hopes up and thinking he’d throw caution to the wind and get in touch anyway.“It makes me feel odd,” I said, dropping my voice. “Having sex with my dad’s friend. Wouldn’t that be weird for you?”“No,” she flatly said. “Say you dated someone your dad had never met, then ended up getting married, and then he and your dad started watching football games or whatever guys do together. That happens all the time. It’s called becoming family. My brother in law Damon, and his wife, Bethany were basically family first. Remember? His f
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