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Chapter 68:No Deal
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Rule Number One: My Brother's Best Friend Chapter 73: Nothing ever happened
"Drew!""Ah Sam, I can't deny it," he said solemnly. "We just had this spark from day one. Right from the moment she opened the door when I went to her house for my first lesson and she said—" he adopted a falsetto "—'Drew Barnett? No... But you're such a big boy!'" His voice dropping back to its normal pitch, he added with a grin, "Now that's what I call an ice breaker. We both fell about laughing. And naturally," his grin widened, "I haven't let her forget it since."I bet he hadn't. I was already getting the sinking feeling he wouldn't let me forget what I'd just said, either. "But you—you said it was more than lessons," I said weakly as he caught my hand and started to unpeel my fingers from the phone I was still clutching."It was." He put the phone down on the table behind me but didn't let me go, instead letting his hand fall into mine. "Much more. In fact," his expression turned thoughtful as he gazed down at me, "you could probably call it therapy."All at once I was hyperawa
Rule Number One: My Brother's Best Friend Chapter 72: Big Boy
Samantha"You need to know that there's absolutely nothing on that thing that I don't want you to see. There never has been and there never will be."A tear rolled down my cheek. "That's not the point, though. I shouldn't have looked.""No." Drew's tone softened. "But the real point is, I should've told you about Angie.""What?" My chin jerked up then. "No! You don't have to tell me everything! You've got a right to keep some things to yourself—and if you don't want to tell me stuff then you shouldn't need to. It shouldn't be any of my business who you're seeing, who you're going out with. Like—like Kayleigh." I took a chance on meeting his gaze. "I didn't need to know you weren't really going out with her, did I? Because it was none of my business."He winced. "Roxy told you? Sam, I'm sorry. But I didn't tell you because—""Because it was none of my business. Because there was no reason in the world why you should tell me.""No, Sam." He sighed. "Because I couldn't tell you. Given th
Rule Number One: My Brother's Best Friend Chapter 71: Private Stuff
SamanthaHe glared back down at me, the amusement rapidly fading from his expression. "Oh, I could ask you the same thing, Sam Bloom. What the hell are you doing here in Italy? You said you'd told Marco you'd changed your mind about the job. Remember that? So what made you change it back, eh?""Drew...""You ran away from me. Broke my favourite mug, too.""I know." I couldn't breathe, could hardly speak for the lump in my throat. "I'm sorry. But I—""You owe me two pound fifty for that mug. I bought it from Crowsthorpe market years ago. I really liked that one.""I'm sorry..."He shook his head. "Not good enough." But then as he continued to glower down at me, I saw his lips twitch. And as I followed the direction of his gaze it was to discover he was staring at the place where my chest met his—the only difference being that his chest was covered and mine was bare."Drew!"With a snort of laughter, he let me go, making a show of averting his gaze as he bent to pick up my robe. "Oh Sam
Rule Number One: My Brother's Best Friend Chapter 70: Don't Jump
Samantha It occurred to me I shouldn't have been surprised to find it there. This was a five star hotel after all, in a league far above that of the Park in Stow Newton. Of course the Lombardi Treviso supplied complimentary bathrobes. Though the sight of one probably shouldn't have made me want to weep.I bit my lip, instinctively fingering the luxuriously thick towelling, blinking until the embroidered gold monogram on the breast pocket came back into focus. Then on impulse, I pulled it from the hanger, momentarily surprised to find there wasn't another one hanging behind it—but then I supposed, with another twinge of self-pity, the staff knew the room would have single occupancy—and headed for the door I'd spotted to the right of the four-poster bed.The bathroom was every bit as impressive as the bedroom, the marble floor gleaming in the light from the spotlights in the ceiling, the walls mosaic-tiled in shades of cream and gold. There were his and hers sinks with gold-coloured fi
Rule Number One: My Brother's Best Friend Chapter 69: Over the Top
"Here we are."I looked out through the rain-spattered side window as the car drew to a halt and did a double take. "H-here?""Yes, cara. Where else?" He sounded amused.I stared up at the imposing white-washed building, at its arch-shaped windows, at the flags neatly interspersed between ornate balconies bedecked with greenery. And then, as my gaze came back down, I made out the lettering above the portico. Clocked the five gold stars. "But you said—" I stopped, realising Marco was already out of the car and was retrieving my suitcase. "You said the hotel belonged to your uncle," I accused the moment he opened my door. "This is a Lombardi hotel!"He grinned. "Yes and it belongs to my mother's brother," he said, a uniformed porter stepping forward to relieve him of my bag. "Well, okay. To my mother's family, to be accurate.""Your mother's family own the Lombardi hotel chain? The international hotel chain?" My mouth suddenly felt very dry. "All of it?"Laughing now, Marco extended his
Rule Number One: My Brother's Best Friend Chapter 68:No Deal
It's only been a week," I reminded him, still breathless. "Anyone would think you haven't seen me for a year."He held me at arm's length then, his smile fading. "Looks as though it could've been a year," he pronounced, shaking his head. "You've lost weight.""Have I?" I supposed that for Marco, having spent his formative years surrounded by fashion models, registering the loss of even a few pounds came as second nature. Though actually, he might be right. My faithful black jeans were feeling decidedly loose. "Well, that's good, isn't it?" I said lightly, allowing him to thread his arm through mine and lead me across to the exit. "There'll be more room for all that pasta you're going to feed me while I'm here, right?""No, not good." He turned his head so I could see his scowl. "It's no good at all. And I... Urgh." To my surprise, he rattled off an unintelligible stream of Italian under his breath.I narrowed my gaze at him. "Something wrong?"He squinted back at me then breathed out
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