My Best Friend's Brother: A Standalone Friends to Lovers Romance (Soulmates Series Book 2) by Hazel Kelly Page A

sprung you'll be then."
     
    "I'm
not sleeping with him, Steph."
     
    "But
you would."
     
    "No
I wouldn't. We're just friends."
     
    She
furrowed her brow. "Andi."
     
    "What?"
     
    She
shook her head. "Friends don't say good bye like that."

 

 
    Chapter 18: Shane
     
     
     
     
    "I'm
glad they broke up," I said, trying to decide how ignorant to play it.
"I never cared for the guy myself."
     
    "I
know you didn't," Izzy said.
     
    "Did
she say it's for good?" I asked. "Because I know she and Mike have
had their ups and downs before-"
     
    "Sounded
to me like she was well and truly done with him."
     
    I
nodded.
     
    "But
time will tell."
     
    "Right."
I ran a hand through my hair. "When exactly did you talk to her?"
     
    "This
morning."
     
    The
way Andi looked with her hair strewn across my pillow flashed through my mind.
     
    "So
I'll call and check on her soon to see how she's holding up. Ya know, show her some support so she doesn't feel
compelled to let that jackass back into her life."
     
    "Good
idea," I said, realizing there was still a possibility I could lose her
before I ever even had her.
     
    "But
if you guys bump into each other-"
     
    I
clenched my jaw. I had way more than that planned.
     
    "It
might be nice to show her some extra special attention to keep her spirits
up."
     
    I
smiled. "That sounds like something I could do."
     
    "I
thought so," she said in that tone of voice that made it clear I'd
provided the correct answer.
     
    "Is
that all you called to tell me?"
     
    "Umm…"
     
    I
imagined her eyes rolling up to the corner of the room.
     
    "Who
are you bringing to your barn dance?"
     
    "My
barn dance?"
     
    "Yeah,
the one where you wear that checkered shirt and let the bandana hang out of
your back pocke -”
     
    "Why
do you ask?"
     
    "Curiosity,"
she said. "It's around this time of year, isn't it?"
     
    "It
is."
     
    "So
who are you bringing?"
     
    "I
don't know yet," I said, only half baffled by why the lie slipped out.
"Why?"
     
    "No
reason. But don't wait until the last minute to ask someone," she said.
"Girls hate that shit."
     
    "Right."
     
    "And
if you don't have anyone in mind, you could always take Andi."
     
    I
swallowed.
     
    "Just
to give her a nice distraction from all this shit she's been through with
Mike."
     
    "Uh
huh."
     
    "But
that's only if you think you can bear bringing someone who isn't dying to get
in your Levi’s."
     
    I squeezed
my eyes shut. Was this just one of those twin coincidences or was she fucking
with me and already knew I'd asked her?
     
    I
glanced at the clock on the wall.
     
    Enough
time had passed that Andi could've called Izzy and told her everything. Yet I
had a feeling she didn't, a feeling she wouldn't.
     
    Plus,
she was probably too busy catching up with Steph after I left and cleaning up
those flowers outside the-
     
    "Please
don't have impure thoughts about our oldest friend, Shane."
     
    "I
wasn't. I was just-"
     
    "Forget
I said anything. I don't think she'd go anyway."
     
    I
raised my eyebrows. "What? Why?"
     
    "Well,
besides the fact that you won't ask her cause you'd rather get fucked-"
     
    I
held my breath.
     
    "She'd
probably rather fork her own eyes out than spend an evening surrounded by
orange sorority girls falling all over the place in their Daisy Dukes."
     
    "Perhaps."
     
    "Even
if that's your idea of Heaven."
     
    "It's
not."
     
    Izzy
scoffed. "Yeah, right."
     
    "So
you don't think she'd have fun?"
     
    "I
doubt it's her scene. I mean, I'd rather die myself, but it depends on what's
in the keg-"
     
    "I
know you think the world would be a more interesting place if we all drank gin
and smoked 100's in rooms full of crushed velvet to piano music-"
     
    "Preferably
in black and white," she said. "Everyone looks better in black and
white."
     
    I
sighed. "I hate to break it to you, Iz , but
fifties film noir isn't a real place."
     
    "Tell
that to Dr. Who."
     
    "Dr.
Who?”
     
    “You
know, the time