I live my life by two rules.
First, I never let my guard down and let anyone get too close. It only opens doors for ways to get hurt. Second, I never learn the names of women I take home. Putting a name to a face makes it personal, which breaks rule one. So enforcing a strict no name policy is vital.
Julie Remington is a friend of a friend. Pretty, stubborn, infuriating…instant attraction.
I don’t like the fact that I like her. And what I dislike even more is having to share a bedroom with her. Now I regret agreeing to come on this trip to act as my best friend’s wingman.
Why? Because the more time I spend with Julie, the more I want her. The more I want her, the more I push her away. I can’t help it. It’s a natural defense mechanism that makes me act like a total ass.
She seems to have the ability to make me want to break my own damn rules, and I can’t allow that. This entire situation has the potential to turn into a huge complication.
And it’s a complication I can’t afford.
Rule number one...
How disappointed I was when I finished the last chapter.. Can’t he just drop Lucy at her home? Be a good guy, have a good sleep and after he had a shower drive up to Julie’s house, apologize for his behavior the other day. Make it up to her. Make her happy and makes sure she has everything she needs? They both deserve a happy ending!
I’ve made up my own ending! ✌️
(Love your writing though)✨