He had his protein shake in his hand and…” She makes an annoyed gesture, letting it finish the story for her: I dumped Nathan’s shake down the front of him. “I accidentally bumped into him when I came into the kitchen a few minutes ago. Kelsey looks at me like it grieves her deeply to have to expound. She turns her head slowly to me, hate burning in her delicate baby blues. No one appreciates the morning quite like Nathan. Which is why Satin-PJ-Kelsey is standing in the kitchen looking pissed off. Any girlfriend of Nathan’s knows if she wants to see him at all that day, she has to wake up just as early as he does. It’s 6:30 AM on a Tuesday morning, so I know for a fact he’s already awake. I narrow my eyes at her with a tight smile. I thought you were some stalker girl who broke in somehow.” She sets the knife down, raises one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows, and mumbles not so quietly, “But then again…you sort of are.” “Oh my gosh, Bree! You scared me to death. She releases a big puff of air and lets her shoulders sag in relief. The woman who was here before you and will be here well after you. Remember?” Nathan’s best friend since high school. She seems so opposite of the type of person I would pick for him-they all do. I have no idea how he spends time with this woman. And yeah, I know her name, because even though she pretends not to remember me every time we meet, she’s been dating Nathan for a few months now and we have met several times. This isn’t my first rodeo with one of Nathan’s girlfriends, though, so I do what I always do and smile at Kelsey. I would raise my hands in the air so I don’t get knifed to death, but I’m sort of loaded down with breakfast goods-goods for me and Nathan, not Miss Screechy. “DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” she screeches, and I immediately roll my eyes, because why does she have to be so screechy? She sounds like a clothespin is pinching the bridge of her nose and she has recently inhaled a whole balloon full of helium. We’re separated by a massive island, but from the way her eyes are bugging out, you’d think I was holding matching cutlery against the jugular vein in her neck. She’s clutching a butcher knife to her chest. Peeking around the corner, I find a woman wearing a light pink shorts-and-camisole sleep set pressed into the far corner of the wraparound white marble kitchen counter. ATTENTION ALL SEXY QUARTERBACKS! COVER YOUR GOODS! A GREEDY-EYED WOMAN IS IN THE HOUSE!Ī high-pitched yelp sounds from the kitchen, and I immediately frown. Using the heel of my tennis shoe, I slam the front door shut with enough gusto to warn Nathan that I’m on the premises. I know this smell so well I think I could follow it like a bloodhound if he ever goes missing. The moment I step inside Nathan’s apartment (which really should not be called an apartment because it’s the size of five large apartments smooshed together), the familiar clean and crisp scent of him knocks into me like a bus. I have fair skin, so there’s a one million percent chance it’s going to leave an angry red mark. What will happen when Bree gives in to the feelings she’s been desperately hiding for so long, and could she be imagining that Nathan is actually enjoying it? Sarah Adams scores more than touchdowns in this exciting romantic comedy.I hiss when I turn the lock and a splash of coffee darts out onto my wrist through the little hole in the lid. The catch? They have to pretend to be in love. Before they can really talk about her confession, Nathan’s publicist proposes a big opportunity that could mean financial security for Bree. ![]() One viral video later, the world thinks Nathan and Bree are the perfect couple. Then her plan backfires as she spills her deepest, darkest secret to a TMZ reporter. A stubborn Bree is not happy about it and decides to rebel with a couple-okay, maybe more than a couple-of tequila shots. Then, as usual, Nathan comes to the rescue and buys the entire building. But one more rent increase could mean the end of the studio entirely. After a car accident ended her chance at becoming a professional ballerina, Bree changed paths and now owns her own dance studio, with big dreams to expand it. In any case, she has other things to worry about. Nope! Nothing but good old-fashioned, no-touching-the-sexiest-man-alive, platonic friendship for Bree. ![]() The only problem is that she can’t admit her true feelings, because he clearly sees her as a best friend with no romantic potential, and the last thing Bree wants is to ruin their relationship. The friend zone is not the end zone for Bree Camden, who is helplessly in love with her longtime best friend and extremely hot NFL legend, Nathan Donelson. Is it ever too late to leave the friend zone? Discover the heartwarming friends to lovers romance that became a sensation on TikTok-now with a new chapter and a Q&A with the author!
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