You're The One (Very Irresistible Bachelors 1)

“It’s delicious. No wonder it’s my favorite—hang on, are you trying to bribe me?”

“What makes you say that?”

“You do have a history of feeding me my favorite food when you try to talk me into something.”

“Okay, I confess. I do, and I’m not even sorry about it.”

“You’re not just devious. You’re downright shameless.”

“I’ve been advised to use my strengths... which include shameless tactics.”

“Who advised you?”

“Common friends.”

“Sounds like something Amelia would say.”

“Right on the first try.”

“I need to attend a function tomorrow evening. Come with me.”

“You think you’re going to have problems with the immigration office if you’re not seen with me?”

“I don’t care about the immigration office. I want you there as my wife. Sorry—I misspoke. As a friend.”

I chuckled, even as my chest filled with so much joy, I felt like doing a happy dance. I was going to see him.

“You misspoke? Really? That’s

your excuse?”

“I’ve been advised not to pressure you... to give you your time.”

“And this is you following that advice?”

“I’m halfway there. But I think me not showing up at Tess’s place, throwing you over my shoulder, and taking you back home counts for something.”

“It definitely does.”

“I’m an impatient man.”

“And don’t I know that?”

“I just want us to spend time together, Josie. As friends, whatever makes you comfortable. I’ll be wearing a tux, by the way.”

“More bribing. Wow. You’re taking this to a whole new level.”

“You haven’t answered me yet.”

His voice was playful, but I detected worry behind all that. Apprehension. This was our decisive moment. And God, I wanted this so much. I wasn’t giving up on us as a couple. Yes, we were best friends, but wasn’t that the very best thing that could happen to a husband and wife?

Oh my god! That had been his exact plan with the phone calls. I smiled, shaking my head. He knew me so well.

“I’ll be there. And I’ll be wearing something pretty.”

The function tomorrow was about celebrating the opening of the school that Hunter’s company had built. It wasn’t a Ballroom Gala. It was a party in his honor at a restaurant.

“Then you’ll forgive me if I flirt with you, friend?”