Happily settled into my new position at FMK Weddings, I never expected to be presented with the career opportunity of a lifetime. And I definitely wasn’t expecting it to mean working with Bryce McKnight.
Bryce was the heart and soul of my childhood—my best friend.Until life pulled us apart and we lost touch.
Our friendship picks up right where it left off—complete with colorful trash talking and wagers on Mario Kart showdowns—only, I’m pretty sure friends don’t make out in parking lots or have naked sleepovers…
The first time we met, I won Elliot Kincaid’s trust with candy and card games.
After everything I’ve done, it’ll take a lot more to win her heart.
Fortunately, I love a good challenge.
With so much at stake for us both, I know Elliot thinks we’re setting ourselves up for heartbreak.
I’ll just have to show her that our friendship was always meant to be the foundation of our forever.
*What It Takes to Fall is a stand alone in the Forget Me Knot series.
BRYCE: MORE coffee??? Are you aware of potential heart issues caused by an increased caffeine intake?
My head jerked up, instinctively looking for hair the shade of dark honey. He sat across the room at a tiny table with his laptop out. Smiling eyes behind black-rimmed glasses met mine before he shot me a wink. I smiled and turned back to my computer.
ELLIOT: Are YOU aware of the term ‘restraining order’??? Exactly how long have you been watching me, McStalks-a-lot?
BRYCE: Never heard of it. And…long enough. This is MY coffee shop, remember? Also, if you’re expanding the potential nicknames to Mc-somethings, I prefer McDreamy.
ELLIOT: So humble. Too bad that one’s already taken. But feel free to keep the suggestions coming.
BRYCE: Ask and you shall receive…
BRYCE: McDreamboat. McHotBody. McLicious. McMagicDick. I spewed iced coffee onto my laptop screen and keyboard. Grabbing a napkin, I wiped up the mess.
ELLIOT: McLicious? What are you, some kind of McDonald’s dessert? I’m thinking McCock…y seems highly fitting.
ELLIOT: Also, my fingers are now sticky, thanks to you.
BRYCE: If we’re about to swap confessions about masturbating after you went home last night, we should move this conversation somewhere more private.
BRYCE: Then again, I do love the idea of making you squirm in public…
BRYCE: El. Reread your text.
I did, and my face immediately burst into flames of mortification. Other parts of me also burst to life at Bryce’s words.
Also, he wasn’t wrong about what I’d done after I got home last night.
ELLIOT: You wouldn’t.
ELLIOT: Besides, even if that was remotely true, how do you know *you* were the reason behind it?
BRYCE: I can see you blushing from here. That’s how.
BRYCE: It’s adorable, by the way. But now picturing you touching yourself is giving me very NSFW thoughts and ideas.
ELLIOT: Such as?
BRYCE: Elliot Kincaid…are you trying to get me to sext you…from across the room, while we’re both on the clock?
I leaned back in my chair and bit my lip, refusing to look his way. Crap. Is that what I’m doing? I can’t do that while we’re both supposed to be working. While part of me worried he actually would try to sext me right now, the idea of seeing how far I could push Bryce was too tempting to pass up.
BRYCE: Dirty girl. I’m coming over there.
ELLIOT: Not yet. I actually do need to work. And you coming over here right now would probably make that impossible.
I swore I heard him sigh from across the room, but when I looked over, his eyes were on his screen.
BRYCE: I’ll make you a deal. We both work—no distractions—for a solid hour, a ‘power hour’ if you will, and then I’m coming over there.
I closed out of Messages and successfully resisted the urge to turn and look at Bryce.
Easier said than done when he was in my vicinity, hijacking my thoughts every other minute.
C.R. Ellis is a Texas native who writes contemporary romance novels with plenty of drama and humor, and just enough heat to ignite e-readers and paperbacks everywhere. She can almost always be found attached to her laptop with coffee nearby and her two trusty canine sidekicks by her side. When she’s not writing or plotting, she enjoys going to concerts with her sweet husband, dragging him along to see rom-coms at any theater that serves booze, checking off the next destination on her ever-growing travel bucket list, and trying new recipes.
Her passion for writing stems from her lifelong love of reading, and she often binge-reads entire books in a day. She’s an unapologetic book hoarder, and her paperback collection is rivaled only by her massive shoe collection.