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

“I should add a slogan to this place. The Farm House: Where the magic happens.” Her hands spread in front of her as she laughs.

“Yeah, definitely magical,” Ally chuckles.

“If that’s sarcasm I hear in your voice, I’ll have to remind you how magical this place really is.” I lift my eyebrows and stare into her eyes, placing the bags on the floor next to my feet.

Averly laughs while shaking her head and walks behind the counter to look at our reservation. “Camden, you’d fit right in if you lived here,” she says. “Poppy is also pregnant. I’m not sure if Faith had told you. She’s having a girl in March.”

“No way! That’s awesome,” Ally’s face lights up with a smile. Poppy is another friend of Faith’s. It seems like everyone in this town is connected in some way, but they’re all great people and Easton’s friends.

“Your room is ready, so you’re welcome to go up and get settled in. If you need anything, let me know. I assume I’ll see you guys at Clarke’s tonight?” Averly smiles.

“We’ll be there,” I nod. Clarke’s is this town’s favorite watering hole. I went the first time I visited Everton with Easton and then again when I came for his wedding.

“Awesome. I’m glad you guys are spending Christmas here.”

“Thanks, Averly,” Allyson smiles and grabs the key from her.

When we make it up to the room, Ally walks to the far wall and stares out the large windows that give us a clear view of the snowed mountains. I hug her from behind and drop a kiss on her neck.

“Do you ever think about moving back here?” I whisper into her ear. She shivers at the contact.

“What? No.” Allyson shakes her head and sighs. “I moved when I was a kid, and most of my life happened in Virginia.”

“But?” I prompt because I can sense there’s something else she’s not saying.

“It’s weird. I was thirteen when we moved, so I’ve lived more of my life away from this place than in it, but it will always be home. It’s where I was born. Where my family comes from. Now that I’ve visited more often since Easton moved, I feel like maybe I did miss something by leaving this town.”

I tighten my arms around her and feel our boy kick. Ally giggles and I press my palms against her stomach to see if he’ll kick again. When he doesn’t, I turn Ally around and hold her face, kissing her.

“If you ever want to move back here, we can talk about our options.” My thumbs rub her cheeks as she nods. I see no future that doesn’t include Allyson. If she eventually wants to move back to her hometown and raise our son here, then I’ll pack our bags and move us. All I know is that where she goes, I go. Nothing will stand in our way.

“Maybe one day,” she shrugs. She may not be as connected to this place as Easton is, but I see it in her eyes when she talks about it or when she visits. She may not even be aware of it, but she misses this place.

“You let me know.” I kiss her deeply and take a step back. “Your family is waiting for us.”

“We could lie and say our flight was delayed, and we’ll be arriving at their house later.” She mischievously waggles her eyebrows.

I chuckle and shake my head. “No can do, Kiwi. They’ve been following our flight.” I tap the tip of her nose. “We’ll spend time with them, and we’ll come back to rest before heading out to Clarke’s tonight.”

“Okay.” She squeezes my cheeks with her hand until my lips pucker and drops a kiss. “You’re cute.” She winks and laughs, stepping around me to grab her gloves from her bag.

I stare at her for a moment. I’m so in love with this woman, and she has no idea. Or maybe she does. That woman’s intuition could’ve kicked in.

Allyson tilts her head in my direction as she bends over to look in her bag and smiles at me. Loose strands of hair from her messy ponytail fall across her face. The light in her eyes shines brighter than the sun reflecting off the snow. She’s stunning, and she’s all mine.

I fish my phone out of my pocket and snap a picture of her before she could realize what I’m doing. I want to remember her like this.

“Hey.” She stands tall and walks to me. “A little warning would’ve been nice.” She plucks my phone from her hand and inspects the photo. Her nose scrunches up as she looks at me. “Take another one.”

I shake my head. “No can do, Kiwi. I wanted you in your natural state, not some fake pose. You’re beautiful, and I’m keeping this picture.” I shove my phone in my pocket and hug her to me. My hand sneaks over her stomach.

Allyson shoves the strands of hair away from her face as we stare at each other. A moment of silence passes between us, and I brush my lips against hers. Those three little words are on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them down.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Yeah,” Ally whispers with a nod. Her breath catches, and then she smiles. “Let’s go see if Easton is going to kick your ass or give you a hug.” Her laughter fills the room.

“Not funny,” I grumble.

“I’m only kidding.” She loops her arm in mine and opens the door, leading us down the stairs and out of the bed and breakfast.

I’m not sure what to think when we walk into Easton’s house. Instead of knocking, Allyson just barges in. My sweaty palms are going to be sore from scrubbing them against my jean-clad thighs, but I’m nervous as ever. Sure, Easton has sent messages to me here and there, but we haven’t exactly had a real conversation since I saw him in Richmond, and he practically