World's Worst Boyfriend: A Romantic Comedy Adventure (Fake It Book 3) by Carina Taylor (books to get back into reading .TXT) 📕

Fletcher laughed. “Are you sure you bought me a dog? Because it’s beginning to sound more like your dog…”

“Fine. I bought US a dog.” At least it had switched to that after meeting her.

Fletcher grinned and leaned toward me, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. “I like the sound of that. I’m going to get this written down so that you can’t back out. We have a dog together. That’s pretty permanent.”

“You’re right. But you know what? I don’t mind permanent with you.” I patted the puppy’s head as I kissed Fletcher back.

“We’re going to have to get some puppy gear. And a name.”

“We’re going to have to let it terrorize grandma’s dog,” I said with a smile. The little devil would have some competition for once. That was when inspiration struck. “Jane. We could call her Jane.”

“That’s cute. Where’d you get that from?”

I rubbed a soft puppy ear between my index finger and thumb. “It’s Grandmother’s first name.”

He chuckled. “Sometimes you’re positively evil.”

“I’ve also found my voice. Even if it’s uncomfortable.”

“I’m proud of you.” He shifted the puppy to one arm and wrapped his other around my waist, pulling me to his side. “Now, am I ever going to be able to set this dog down and kiss you?”

“No. We don’t want it to be lonely,” I said with a serious look on my face.

“You know I’ve been excited about getting a dog, but this dog is going to have to learn how to share.” He chuckled as he leaned down to kiss my neck.

“We have to be good dog parents. It deserves that.”

“We will,” he whispered as he flattened his hand against my lower back, pressing me closer to him.

“You’re not wearing a hat,” I twirled one of my fingers through the side of his hair where it used to curl over his ears. I traced a finger around the outside of his ear and down the side of his neck.

“I need to set this dog down,” he growled.

“Why is that?” I asked as I trailed my other hand along his side.

“Because I need both my hands for what I’m about to do next.”

Epilogue

Fletcher

“Are you ready?” I called down the hall.

Scampering feet ran towards me, and I bent down to scoop Jane up. She was growing fast, but she still liked to be scooped up and told what a good baby she was. I wondered if she would be expecting it as an adult. Probably.

“Fletcher Farley, if you know what’s good for you, you won’t rush me.” Saidy’s sharp tone reminded me that I’d asked her the same question not five minutes before.

“We cannot be late to Milo and Andrea’s wedding!” I reminded her.

“I should have told her I’d coordinate everything. This is stressing me out beyond belief,” she muttered as she stepped into the hall, wearing a dress that touched the floor in the back, but showed off her knees in the front.

“You look stunning.”

She stared at me skeptically. “Why didn’t Andrea pick the bridesmaids dresses herself? What if she doesn’t like this? Of course they would decide to move their wedding date three months closer. A relaxed backyard wedding, she said. I’m not relaxed!”

I placed my hands on her bare arms and tugged her closer. “Saidy. Take a breath. You picked a beautiful dress to wear as a bridesmaid. You’re not going to ruin their wedding with a dress choice.”

Her furrowed brow slowly relaxed. “You’re sure?”

With a careful kiss to the middle of her forehead. “You’re going to steal the show. But I think you can do that in your bathrobe.”

She sighed. “I love you.”

I grinned at her. “So you do love me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes. Even though you’re the world’s worst boyfriend.”

I groaned as I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her closer to me. “Can you please take it down?” I jerked my chin toward the offensive piece of décor that had found a home in her living room.

She looked over her shoulder at the World’s Worst Boyfriend trophy sitting on the mantle above the white brick fireplace. “But it looks so good there…”

“You wrote my name on the bottom.” My hands tensed against her sides, threatening to tickle her.

“It’s important to give credit where credit is due.” She nodded seriously.

I growled in her ear and tickled her sides mercilessly. “You are going to get it.”

She shrieked, “Fletch! You can’t make me mess up my hair and makeup.”

I stopped right away, figuring I better not mess up the bridesmaid too much—at least not before pictures.

“How do I look when I spin?” She asked as she did a little spin for me.

“Just peachy,” I grinned and pinched her quickly. I dodged her swatting hands.

“Come on, Jane,” she crooned in a soft voice. “Let’s go to the wedding together. You can be my date, and we’ll leave this worst boyfriend at home.”

Jane’s whole body wagged in excitement. One of these days I was going to have to break it to her that she was my dog too.

“I’ll be out in just a minute,” I told the pair. “I need to comb my hair real quick.”

She reached up and ruffled it on her way out.

“I like it,” she said. “But we’ll be waiting in the car, so take your time.”

Jane followed her out the door into the heat.

Glancing behind me, I made sure Saidy was still outside.

Then I pulled the ring from my pocket and stepped up to the mantle. Light reflected off of the Art Deco diamond ring. I would never have known what it was called except the jeweler spent an hour educating me on different ring styles. I’d picked it out based on looks for Saidy. It looked like her. Beautiful, intricate, and surprisingly strong.

I set the ring into the cup of the World’s Worst Boyfriend trophy. She could find it when she decided I was out of the doghouse and pulled the trophy down.

Author Note

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