“I’ll do it.”
Every set of eyes bores into me.
“You will?”
“I just offered,” Griffin says. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing. I’m free. I’ll do it,” I repeat.
“Apparently I’m chopped liver,” Griffin says to Theo.
“I still love you.” Theo pecks him on the cheek.
“You’d really do it?” Ollie asks. “I feel bad for even asking. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
I give him an easy smile. “It’s not a big deal. Besides, if there’s someone that is going to be a good fake boyfriend,it’s going to be me. I know you better than I know myself some days.”
“This is true,” Griffin states, like it’s a balm to him not being picked.
“It’s only for one night,” Ollie points out. “Nothing else.”
“It’s fine,” I say. “I can do one night. Having to hang with my friend? Not the end of the world.”
Hell, it’ll probably be a better night than I had planned. Working late at the farm then home and a beer before crashing?
Yeah, much better.
Given how busy I am this time of year, it’ll be nice to get out for once.
“Why don’t you come over tomorrow and we can go over all the details?” Ollie asks, once again adjusting his glasses.
“Sounds good.”
I shoot a wink his direction before downing the rest of my beer and heading to the bar to order another round.
“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Charlie asks, following behind me to help.
“It’s one night. What could possibly happen in one night that will change things?”
“Just making sure,” he says.
“Thanks, but we’re good.”
We’re Hunter and Ollie. Nothing is going to change that.
Not even one night as boyfriends.
Fakeboyfriends. I can’t forget that part.
One night as fake boyfriends won’t change anything.
Chapter Three
HUNTER
FOR MY FRIEND
Ireally don’t know what came over me the other night. Saying yes to Ollie’s plan to be his fake boyfriend seemed to make the most sense.
