The Right Kind of Wrong: A Brother's Best Friend Romance by Fabiola Francisco (find a book to read TXT) 📕

I’m gonna… Yeah, I’m gonna go… That way.” Allyson looks around the town, desperate for an escape route. When she points to the closed pharmacy, I chuckle, but let her get away with her stuttering and frightful expression. I’ll cut her some slack. It’d probably be best if I keep my distance as well since all I can think about is how she’d look riding my dick.

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I find myself sitting out on Easton’s patio after we’ve finished eating lunch, talking to two of his friends, Knox and Harris. It’s fascinating to hear how the music business works. Knox Bentley is a big country musician, and he and Harris have their own music label.

Easton has made a home for himself here, after living away from his hometown for years. The way he’d talk about it when we were in college, and how he’d bring up Faith after a couple of beers, I knew he’d end up here one day. It was only a matter of time, which works for me since I can travel and visit.

“Hey,” Easton says, as he sits next to me.

“How’s it feel to be married?” I ask with a grin.

“Fucking fantastic.” He leans back, stretching his legs beneath the table, and smiles.

Knox and Harris agree, and that’s when I realize all of these people are married, some with kids.

I haven’t thought about marrying a girl since… Well, never, actually. I’ve never had that one girl who’s made me want to settle down, have a white picket fence, and grow old on rocking chairs.

I look around his backyard, and I catch Allyson talking to her mom, Charlene, and Faith. She giggles and slaps the top of the table, a snort coming from the back of her throat. Damn, she is beautiful. How had I never noticed her before?

“Camden.” Someone calls my name, and I turn my attention back to our table. Easton is looking at me with raised eyebrows.

That’s right, he’s the reason I’ve never noticed Allyson as anything more than a friend or a kid—although she’s definitely a woman. It’s easier to pretend she’s still that annoying teenager I met when Easton and I were in college.

“What did you say?” I lean back with a tight smile.

“What time do you leave tomorrow?”

“Oh, I think at four. I have to double-check.”

“You’re not flying to Richmond? My mom leaves at noon.” Easton tilts his head, tipping his beer bottle back and forth on the tabletop.

“Nope, I’m going to New York. I’ve got to meet with the people from Hotline Hookup about the dating app they needed help with.” Working as a computer engineer is great when I freelance since I get to travel to a lot of places, but it’s also a lot more work than being with one stable company.

A new dating app is starting up, and Logan, a buddy from college, called me up a few weeks ago saying they need help with a glitch they hit while working on the app. Since Logan and I worked together with a few other people on another dating app a year or so ago, he called in an SOS. I guess the owner also wants to make sure he’s getting what his competition has or better. Works for me—a job is a job, and if it pays well, even better.

“How long will you be in New York? We’re headed that way next week for some shows,” Knox says.

“Really? Let’s meet up if you have time. I’ll be there until the end of the month.”

Knox nods, and we swap numbers so we can have dinner one night when he and Harris are out that way.

“How about you?” I look at Easton. “Honeymoon starts when?”

“We leave for Greece in the morning. Ready for some R&R with my girl,” he smiles, rubbing his hands together. Happy for him, I slap his shoulder and shake my head. This guy’s been destined to marry Faith since before I knew him, and it’s great to see him finally living that life.

What he says next definitely gets my attention, though, and I’m not sure if it’s in a good or bad way, but it’s definitely taunting. “I think Ally flies to New York, too, on her way back to Madrid. Maybe you guys are on the same flight..”

I swallow thickly and offer a tight smile, tipping my head back as I drink my beer. “Maybe.” I nod. Fuck, as if I needed another reason to think about her, now we may be on an airplane together for hours.

I’m doomed if I thought I could sleep with her one wild night and forget it ever happened. All day I’ve been trying to erase the memory of her touch and her cries. All day I’ve been fighting against sneaking away with her and stealing one more kiss. All fucking day I’ve been averting my gaze and reminding myself that it’d ruin my friendship with Easton. He’s like family, more of a brother than a friend, which should make me consider Allyson like a sister, not someone I am fantasizing about. No woman is worth tearing this apart. Not even his own flesh and blood.

chapter 3

Allyson

I rush into the airport, freaking out that I’ll miss my flight. Instead of getting a ride with my family and waiting hours for my afternoon flight, I decided to wait around town. Unfortunately, the taxi took forever to pick me up at The Farm House Bed and Breakfast, making me arrive with forty-five minutes to spare. If the check-in line is long, I’m screwed.

As I race to the counter, I find it empty and almost chastise myself. I should’ve known there’d be no line. This airport is tiny, servicing the few towns in the area, and it’s definitely not the hustle and bustle you find in Madrid or even Richmond.

Releasing a sigh of relief, I make my way to security and pass through in no time. Checking the gate, I make my way over and freeze when