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A quick excerpt to whet your appetite…
When they passed the three-quarter mark of their usual run along the riverbank, Liam Richardson tossed a grin at Fletcher Darcy and subtly eased up on the pace, slowing to a jog. “I wanted to talk.”
“We talk at home,” Fletch said.
“I don’t want to take a chance on Gaby hearing.”
Fletch came to an abrupt halt, wiping the sweat from his forehead and dragging his hand through his damp brown hair. “Am I gonna like this?”
Liam stopped too and turned back to face his best friend. He lifted his thin T-shirt to wipe off his brow. “I wanted to talk about Gaby.”
“Yeah.” Liam dropped onto a fallen log and stretched his legs out in front of him.
Fletch propped one foot on the log and did a hamstring stretch. “So talk.”
Liam hesitated and stared at the river, wondering if this was a good idea. “It’s feelings stuff.”
“No shit, mate. You’d better spit it out or I’m gonna think the worst and you’re in love with me or something.”
Liam snorted, Fletch soothing his inner turmoil as he always did. “I’m going to ask Gaby out.”
“For a date?”
“No to wash the dishes. Of course a bloody date.”
Fletch scowled, emotion flickering too quickly through his brown eyes for Liam to read him. Fletch dropped onto the log beside him. “I was thinking along the same lines.”
Liam dragged a hand through his disheveled hair. “Fuck. I thought you two were just friends.”
“I thought the same about you and Gaby.”
“Fuck,” Liam said again.
“I’ve been waiting for her to sort out her shit with Marc.” Fletch stood and started to pace back and forth in front of the log.
“The friends-with-benefits thing?”
“Yeah.” Fletch stopped pacing and plonked down beside him again. “What are we gonna do? I’m serious about Gaby. I want something permanent.”
“Yep. Me too. Gaby is everything I want in a woman, plus she’s always bringing home stuff from work. I’d like to try out her inventions with her. So what are we gonna do?”
“We can’t exactly toss a coin. You sure about this? You’re really serious about her?”
Liam stared at his friend and slowly nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“I’m telling you now.”
Fletch sighed. “One of us will have to back off.”
They both fell silent. Liam stared at the river, watched a stick float past. The last thing he wanted to do was fall out with Fletch. They’d never fought over a woman before and he didn’t want to make Gaby the first. At his side, Fletch closed his eyes. Despite their dilemma, Liam grinned at Fletch’s fierce expression. His buddy always appeared intense when deep in contemplation, his dark hair and olive skin lending him a brooding façade. Gave people entirely the wrong impression of him. Fletch was happy-go-lucky and full of humor. Not much bothered him—he just shrugged it off with his broad grin.
Fletch’s eyes popped open without warning. “We both want Gaby, a serious relationship rather than casual, right?”
“That’s the way I’m heading.”
“We could always share.”
A bark of disbelief escaped Liam. “Gaby isn’t a piece of cake to cut into equal pieces and share around.”
“I never said she was. I’m serious about this, Liam. I want Gaby and you want her too. We’re best friends.”
“Whoa!” Liam sprang to his feet, horror rippling through him. “We’re not that kind of friends.”