All Chapters of Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHRISRain coatedthe streets as I parked outside Sean’s house. He and Nicole lived in a two-bedroom starter home I’d saved and flipped over a year ago in the historical district of Carswell. One. The district was small, but our town was hellbent on protecting the houses in the area.My company had developed a few of the houses in the neighborhood. Being a part of the town’s initiative to preserve the historic district had earned us a good reputation. Many of our customers wanted restorations on property that had been in their family for generations. We provided end results as close as possible to the original design while implementing a few modern twists.Sean and Nicole were looking for a house as soon as they’d gotten together, and he’d visited me when I’d been working on the house. He loved the layout and the design so much that he wanted to buy it, so I helped him negotiate a reasonable price.It’d been a few months since I’d visited, so I was excited to see how they’d filled the

SAVI knewfrom the moment I met Anna that she didn’t like me. The last time she visited, she called my personal style dull and boring. Nicole had defended me and told her to shut up and stop being so mean, but the poor first impression had set in.The glare she sent me when I walked into the house with Chris tonight stood out. Sean was embarrassing me with his overly affectionate way of joking, and she glared daggers in my direction. It wasn’t long before she asked Chris questions from across the living room, trying to talk over Lucas and me, but Chris gave her short responses and didn’t engage. He stayed right by my side, which had been both comforting and unpleasant.I had no idea what was bothering him. I also wasn’t going to miss out on my chance to talk to a published author. Lucas was attractive and kind, and I was glad he’d be my partner through the following events because he made me feel welcome and comfortable.Brian wouldn’t have been terrible either. We had never been clos

CHRISThe morningafter the dinner party, Sav surprised me with a cup of coffee. I was upstairs, helping Jackson organize their inventory closer to the stairs so I could begin renovating at least half the space. She brought Jackson a drink, walked up to me, and offered a cardboard cup.“What’s this for?” I asked, inspecting the coffee.She clasped her hands in front of her dark purple skirt. “A show of good faith.”I quirked an eyebrow. “You didn’t poison it, did you?”Jackson snorted.She shook her head, hiding her smile. “No, I promise there’s no poison. It’s my way of saying thank you for everything.”I glanced at the steaming cup and then back at her. I couldn’t get over how adorable she was. I loved her smile, and I wished I had seen it more over the previous four years.Maybe I would get to from then on if I played my cards right.“Thanks,” I said. “Jackson, keep national poison control on speed dial, just in case.”“God, you two,” Jackson mumbled, but he was grinning. Sav shot a

SAV“Thanks Mrs. Sharp.I hope Beth really likes the books,” I said as I handed over the paper bag filled with some great middle-grade series. “Please wish her happy birthday for me.”I waited until she was gone to relax, feeling exhausted from the minor customer rush a few moments ago. The advertising for the store-wide sale seemed to be working as people came through in droves for new books at half the cost.Many customers thought we were closing, so Grampa and I had to repeatedly explain that we were only minimizing our store space. Many also asked what we were doing with the second floor, prompting us to explain that White Oak Construction would open an office above.“Oh, I love White Oak! They renovated our bathroom a few years back.”“Oh, wow! Chris built our house for us when we bought a new patch of land.”“Christopher Warner will be working above you? Good luck, girl. That man is way too hot for his own good.”I’d cringed at that last one, mainly because it came from Betty, a

CHRIS“I’ll giveyou a call as things develop,” Melanie said as we stood outside Sparks Bookstore. We’d walked down to a nearby café for lunch, so we’d hammered out the final details of the project on the stroll back.“Thanks again for meeting with me,” I said, offering her my hand.She shook it. “No problem. We’ll be in touch soon.”I stood outside, watching to ensure she backed up safely before driving away. I glanced at the sky, admiring how nice a day it was.After the kiss I shared with Sav earlier, nothing could ruin this day. We were making progress I didn’t think was possible, but there were many issues we’d have to face if this went any further.The idea of Sean finding out worried me. We’d been good friends for most of my life, so how would he feel about me kissing his little sister? How would he feel if he knew the whole story and found out it wasn’t even the first time?But was the possibility of his disapproval worth giving up the possibility of something with Sav I’d only