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Authors: Chrissy Favreau
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Book of Luke (Book 2)
MY BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER, Book 2
by Chrissy Favreau
My Best Friend’s Brother: Book of Luke
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MY BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER, Book 3
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Recommended for ages 16+ due to
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Table of Contents
I never thought I’d be the most envied girl
in school. I never thought a guy as sweet, sensitive, and
amazing
as Luke would waste his time on
me
. I never
thought I’d end up spending lunch daily by my locker, making out
with my best friend’s brother.
I never thought I’d end up with a guy who
looks like a freakin’
underwear model!
After another amorous, mind-boggling kiss,
his forehead rested against mine. Bulging arms wrapped tightly
around my waist, and his eyes pierced my own. His mouth formed a
seductive, crooked grin, and his icy blues glided toward the girls
that were staring, mouth hung, across from my locker. In a soft
whisper he breathed,
“What are they
staring
at?”
“Uh…
you
?”
He grinned, ear-to-ear.
“Why?”
I pulled a tiny compact mirror out of my
pocket and placed it in his hand. “Here!”
“What’s this for?” he asked, holding it
up.
I giggled. “Figure it out!”
You’d think a guy who looks like
that
would know he’s
smoking
hot
. You’d think he’d be
conceited. You’d think he’d be playing every girl in school.
You’d think he’d date someone other
than
me.
The bell rang and people flooded the hall.
Within seconds Lilly appeared beside us, grabbed the compact
mirror, and checked her lipstick.
“Hey, Rapunzel,” Luke called. “Wanna ask
before taking stuff? I was using that!”
Lilly looked at it, knitting her eyebrows.
“Really? It’s not
cracked
…” She folded it up and tossed it
back to him. Then she walked off, her hips swaying, as every guy in
the hall gazed. “See you in archaeology, Adonia!”
Those two don’t even belong in our
school—they belong on the cover of
Teen Vogue
.
~ ~ ~
“Why’d you run off so fast?” I asked as I sat beside
Lilly in archaeology. It’s one of two classes we share this
semester.
“I figured you and my brother wanted space.”
She pulled a fluffy pink flamingo pen out of her book bag.
“Besides, that’s still kind of gross.”
“You saw us making out…?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She grimaced and shook the
thought out of her head. “Did Lukasz tell you? Our dad’s flying in
tonight!”
“Really? Luke didn't tell me anything. How
long is he staying?”
“The weekend.” She started doodling hearts
around Gino’s name on her notebook. “At a
hotel
,” she added.
“Burke won’t let him stay with us.”
I don’t blame her stepfather for not wanting
her mother’s ex sleeping in their house. “Well, at least you get to
see him,” I mumbled, pulling a notebook out of my book bag. The
room was filling up fast. “What made him come up all of a
sudden?”
“He’s here to meet
you
.”
“
What!”
People started looking. I slouched in my
seat self-consciously.
She stared at me. “Lukasz did not tell
you?”
When I found my voice, I said,
“No…”
She rolled her eyes. “My brother’s
weird.”
“I don’t understand,” I said. “Why is he
coming up to meet
me
?”
She tickled her chin with the fluffy
flamingo. “Lukasz wants him to.”
“
Really?”
She nodded and ran her fingers through her
long blond hair. “Yeah. Really.”
Our teacher walked in, set his stuff down
and put an assignment on the board. I couldn’t concentrate, though;
I was shocked that their dad was coming up to meet
me
, and I
wasn’t even informed about it until the last minute.
Then again, Lilly has a
twin
brother
—and I wasn’t informed about
that
in any timely
fashion, either.
~ ~ ~
Since it’s our final semester and we have more than
enough credits to graduate, Luke and I can leave school after third
period—meaning we have ninety minutes to do whatever the hell we
want. We take advantage of it.
And no, my dad doesn’t know. I’d convinced
him I’m required to stay in the library during my “off period,” and
I pray daily that he does not decide to pick me up from there.
At my locker, Luke’s hand hooked mine, and
he pulled me out the school doors.
If we were to step into a freezer it would
have been warmer than it was when we stepped outside: Fifty-one
below zero.
Yes,
fifty-one
below.
The nice thing about the weather in Alaska
is, once the temperature dips to twenty below, it all feels pretty
much the same. We can handle it in just jeans, coats, and tee
shirts beneath, because we Alaskans are
badass
.
For a while, at least.
One annoying thing about fifty-below is car
exhaust. If you’re walking and a car passes by, the exhaust
lingers, crystalizes, and freezes to your face. It’s not exactly
good for your lungs, either.
Outside Luke wrapped an arm around me,
covering his mouth with his scarf. “You okay?”
I nodded, hugging him for warmth. My breath
had already turned to frost, covering my face, eyelashes, and
hair.
“It’s a bit nippy!” he screamed over the
sudden gust.
I laughed. “I’ve survived worse!”
He opened the car door for me and I climbed
onto the frozen seat—thank God he doesn’t have leather.
He unplugged his Jeep, got in and cranked
the engine. After the initial hesitation, it roared to life.
We pulled off the school campus a few
minutes later, on our way to the McDonald’s drive-thru. He ordered
our food and a bunch of coffees, and we parked and sat in
silence.
He applied ketchup to his burger and eyed
me. “Why so quiet, Beautiful?”
Automatic smile when he calls me that. “Not
much to say,” I said coyly. “Have
you
any news?” I
hinted.
Luke stopped chewing momentarily and looked
at me. “Nothing major,” he said quietly. “Why?”
I shifted in my seat. “Just wondering.” I
hate it when he gets secretive—it’s obviously just about the big
stuff.
After a thoughtful minute he said, “What are
you doing for lunch tomorrow?”
“Well, it’s Saturday. I was hoping to go to
the mall, if my car will start.” I grinned and our eyes locked.
“Why?”
“Just wondering…” he breathed. A second
later he added, “…if you want to meet my dad.”
I could see it in his eyes: he knew I’d
known. “He’s not coming all the way up here just to meet
me,
is he?” I asked breathlessly.
He broke eye contact for a second.
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because I want him to meet you before I—”
He hesitated.
Silence.
“Before you…?” I nudged.
“Before we move in together,” he
finished.
“I guess he’d better like me, then” I said,
suddenly feeling queasy.
“I’m the only one who has to like you,
Beautiful. He just has to meet you.”
I bit my lip. “Yeah…”
“But,” he said as his mouth formed a grin,
“I’m sure he’ll love you.”
Our hands touched. “I can’t
wait
to
move out,” I understated, mostly to get my mind off his dad.
“Me, too,” he breathed. “Did you tell your
dad yet?”
“Not yet,” I said.
Not ever. ‘Cause he’ll freaking
kill
you.
“When are you planning to tell him?”
“Soon,” I lied.
Mom said she’d warm Dad up to the idea, but
I told her not to bother—it’s not going to work. Dad babies me.
It’ll just make the next few months even more difficult.
Luke broke into a devilish grin. “Wanna do
something fun?”
I finished my fries.
“Here?”
His grin grew. “Yeah.”
I looked about. There weren’t many people
around, but I grew kind of nervous. “I guess…”
“Awesome!” he said, glancing at my chest. He
reached for the coffees on the dashboard. “We’ll be needing
these!”
“Huh?”
He undid his seatbelt and looked at me. “We
have to leave the car for a minute.”
He slipped into the cold. I saw his breath
as he sat on his hood, in his baggy jeans and black jacket.
I zipped my coat, gripped the cold handle
and opened the door. Brutal dry air stung my lungs, and frosty
breath immediately gathered on my face. I sat beside him. “What are
we doing out here?”
He handed me one of the coffees. “Be
careful, it’s hot.”
I took it, confused.
He popped the top off of his, held the cup
to an angle and tossed the coffee into the air; it steamed and
instantly froze before hitting the ground.
I giggled and did the same to mine.
“Pretty sweet, huh?”
“Not what I expected!” I admitted.
He grabbed another coffee, removed the top
and thrust the liquid into the air. It fell as ice. “Yeah, fifty
below can be pretty cool.” He looked at me and shrugged. “Who
knew?”
That’s honestly not what I was talking
about. I didn’t expect “Wanna do something fun?” to mean “Wanna
spill coffee?” But I think it’s cute. He’s always such a
gentleman.
My mind’s always in the gutter. But with a
boyfriend like
that
, who can blame me?
~ ~ ~
Mom sat in the kitchen with a coffee and pastry,
planning a museum exhibit. “Hi, sweetheart,” she said, adjusting
her glasses, not looking up. “How was school?”
“Good,” I said, pouring myself some orange
juice.
“Wonderful! I mailed out the deposit for
college, and made you an appointment with a gynecologist.” She
looked up and saw my glare.
“You did
what
?” I spat.
“Well, you’re eighteen and moving out soon;
I figured you’d want to get on birth control. The doctor’s also
doing an ultrasound to make sure everything’s okay, with the cramps
you’ve been having and such. I told him you’d rather do that than
get blood tests, since you’re scared of needles.”
From the topic I could tell Dad wasn’t home.
“Blood tests for
what
?” I demanded.
“To make sure you’re not pregnant,” she said
bluntly.