Going For Four
Counting on Love, Book 4
It's either true love…or the biggest mistake they've ever made.
Hot firefighter Cody Madsen has stayed away from Olivia Dixon for almost two years-technically. Even though he talks to her every day and sees her every weekend. But there's no kissing, touching, or telling her how he really feels. Because they're just friends. Anything more than that would mean crossing the line that Olivia's older brother has firmly drawn between them.
Olivia wants what her three sisters have-true love. She could almost believe she's found it with Cody, if it weren't for the fact that he's her older brother's best friend and her brother won't have it. And he's never steered her wrong before. Her head is telling her to trust her brother, but her heart won't let go of Cody.
Her solution? A dating site where she and Cody can each find their "Perfect Pick" once and for all.
But when the site yields some unexpected results, their real feelings come front and center. And they have to decide if it's worth the risk to cross the line from friendship to love after all.
Warning: Contains a starry-eyed romantic, a wannabe knight in shining armor, and chocolate chip cookies. A lot of chocolate chip cookies.
© copyright Erin Nicholas, 2014
“This is, apparently, how I look when I’m trying with every fiber of my being not to kiss you.”
She made a soft choking noise and her hand grasped the towel tighter against her breasts.
“I’ve never seen that look before.”
“Yeah. I saw a few things for the first time today too.”
And she grinned.
That was one of the things he loved most about his “friend” Olivia. She had a fantastic sense of humor.
“What I mean is,” she said, “I thought there have been times in the past when you’ve had to try not to kiss me. And I’ve never seen that face before.”
There sure as hell had been times he’d had to resist grabbing her and pushing her up against the nearest wall. Or the nearest desk. Or the nearest copy machine, car door, refrigerator…
He cleared his throat. “Those times I was trying to resist kissing your lips.”
She broke off as understanding dawned. And her cheeks got pink.
“God,” she finally breathed. “The not-talking-about-sex rule we have is a good one too.”
So were the other three rules they’d established nineteen months, two weeks and three days ago.
First and foremost was no kissing.
Second was conservative clothing only when they were together. He didn’t go shirtless, even when he was cleaning out her rain gutters in ninety-eight-degree weather. She didn’t wear fitted tank tops or short skirts. He didn’t wear fitted tank tops either—she’d added that to the list after the last time they’d gone to a baseball game together. If swimsuits were required, he wore baggy trunks that reached almost to his knees, and she had a two-piece with bottoms that looked like shorts and a top that covered her stomach and chest completely.
Third was no talking about sex—with anyone specifically or the overall topic in general. No innuendos either.
Fourth was no getting drunk together—they’d made that mistake once and would have made all kinds of horrible choices if Olivia’s sisters hadn’t come home early.
Fifth was no avoiding each other. That wasn’t acceptable. They were friends. They enjoyed being together. They had an entire group of friends in common.
It didn’t matter that they were more attracted to each other than they ever had been to anyone else. They weren’t going to let it keep them from being friends, and they weren’t going to let it make things awkward between them.
In fact, their friendship was one of the barriers they’d put up in hopes of fighting their attraction. They’d become even better friends, entirely on purpose, after the one and only time they’d kissed.
Nineteen months, two weeks and three days ago.
Tidings of Comfort & Schnapps... a Going for Four prequel (pdf)