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Too Friendly to Date
Nicole Helm
One little white lie…one big explanation! Okay, pretending her sexy boss is her boyfriend is more like a huge white lie. But electrician Leah Santino will take the risk. If her parents think she has someone, they won't go back to smothering her, and they can all be a family again.Problem is, Jacob McKnight isn't just her boss–he's her friend. And faking a relationship when the Santinos come to visit means those sparks she's always tried to ignore are hotter than ever. This thing between them is starting to feel real, but Leah has a very good reason to stay independent. Unless that's one lie that's outlived its purpose…
One little white lie…one big explanation!
Okay, pretending her sexy boss is her boyfriend is more like a huge white lie. But electrician Leah Santino will take the risk. If her parents think she has someone, they won’t go back to smothering her, and they can all be a family again.
Problem is, Jacob McKnight isn’t just her boss—he’s her friend. And faking a relationship when the Santinos come to visit means those sparks she’s always tried to ignore are hotter than ever. This thing between them is starting to feel real, but Leah has a very good reason to stay independent. Unless that’s one lie that’s outlived its purpose…
“An alien movie? Are you crazy? Those things are creepy.”
“Oh, poor Jacob is afraid of a few little fictional creatures.” Leah pouted, clearly mocking him, and why that made him smile was completely beyond him.
“You better be careful. I’ll wrangle you into a chick flick.”
“Oh, please. Aliens over chick flick any day of the week.” But she stood from the table and went to the mudroom, where her coat was hanging. “What about the one with the race car driver? The main guy is hot, and I hear he gets naked.”
Jacob shrugged into his coat. “Why do you have to say things like that?”
She laughed, an uninhibited rumble, and something cross-wired in his brain, suddenly making him think about her naked. Nope. Nope. Nope. Not allowed.
He glanced at her as they stepped outside. It was not a date. It was a distraction.
Dear Reader (#ulink_71fc7bd0-485b-5ac9-b6bf-dcd0b6f4126e),
By the time this book hits shelves, it will be literally years since Jacob and Leah, the hero and heroine, started hanging out in my head. Jacob came first because he was the brother of the heroine in Too Close to Resist, my first Mills & Boon Superromance (June 2014). I knew Jacob was an affable, somewhat clueless guy who cared very deeply about his tight-knit family. And not very far into writing that story, I also knew he’d need a happily ever after of his own.
As I worked on the first of my Bluff City books, I wanted to create a family of sorts in the people who worked with Jacob. He’s the kind of man who would naturally befriend the people he works with on a daily basis. And, since I like putting women in somewhat atypical professions, I immediately knew the electrician working for MC Restorations would be a woman.
So, Leah was born, and the minute she was, I knew she was the perfect fit for Jacob. Friends who argue, banter, but share a passion for their jobs…and possibly for each other—on the down-low, of course.
I was so excited to write their story. Leah and Jacob’s personalities and secrets surprised me, even for as long as I had thought about their story before writing it. And in the end, they became one of my favorite couples to write. (It’s entirely possible I say that at the end of every book, though.)
I was sad to be done with them, but so excited to share them with you! I hope you enjoy their journey as much as I enjoyed writing it.
If you’re on Twitter, so am I (probably more than I should be). I love to talk to readers, @NicoleTHelm (https://twitter.com/NicoleTHelm).
Happy reading!
Nicole Helm
www.NicoleHelm.wordpress.com (http://www.NicoleHelm.wordpress.com)
P.S. Keep an eye out for my upcoming titles from Mills & Boon E, out later this year!
Too Friendly to Date
Nicole Helm
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR (#ulink_bc334cff-3e6d-59ed-9ea2-f6f7d88f7c52)
Nicole grew up with her nose in a book and a dream of becoming a writer. Luckily, after a few failed career choices, a husband and two kids, she gets to pursue that writing dream. She lives in Missouri with her husband and two young sons, and wishes she knew anything about restoration so she could fix up the old Iowa farmhouse her grandfather grew up in.
To Piya. Thank you for helping me make each book stronger than I ever could. Harlequin was my dream, and I will be forever grateful for your part in making that dream come true.
Contents
Cover (#u43e572d1-1dcd-53ca-85d6-4f3e926d4511)
Back Cover Text (#u976ca9ef-1c05-578e-be1e-aeb3fb87b35f)
Introduction (#u67f8c4b9-740c-54f1-a620-9cbf73ecf982)
Dear Reader (#ulink_b43f2aa4-a6ba-59a5-8bc2-772d35c4ef98)
Title Page (#u09f7e2fb-87bf-53e1-8719-d2aedfb4ece6)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR (#ulink_11182968-8770-5bcb-8570-5241e69336e8)
Dedication (#u661871a0-60c7-5762-b0ba-d87293a088ec)
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_4037f183-3851-5c75-a63d-2a1140d0968e)
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_46b14a7d-0ca3-5b02-9feb-4f507d39672d)
CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_542657dc-931c-5e5f-84e3-7c1f45f5673c)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ulink_61f62491-7ee8-558b-9185-f01bf520a430)
CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_98948296-b379-5be4-aab7-19f7895ae07a)
CHAPTER SIX (#ulink_f6ec3375-3fbb-55f9-84bc-4599a1eb5f63)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#ulink_6a136753-5d19-5039-a778-a3053637ad4f)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINETEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
EXTRACT (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_983d4fd1-d0f3-5138-8c47-19ef31f64d75)
LEAH SANTINO HATED the little red dress she was wearing. It was uncomfortable, way too bright and made men she had no interest in approach her. Since she was at a work party and couldn’t tell them to take a long walk off a short pier, but instead had to smile and politely decline their advances, she was on considerable edge.
Of course, the dress also made Jacob McKnight stare. Which she shouldn’t like but totally did. Just because it was inappropriate to have a crush on her boss and friend didn’t mean she was immune to his staring.
“See! I told you you’d wear it more than once.” Grace McKnight greeted her with a big grin. “Perfect color for a holiday party.”
“I’m burning it the second I get home,” Leah muttered. The last thing she needed was Jacob’s sister, who just happened to be her best friend, reading into any...staring. It would do Leah good to burn the dress.
Of course, she wouldn’t actually do that. This holiday party for MC Restorations’ clients wasn’t the last time she’d be forced to dress up this year. Jacob had a smaller New Year’s Eve gathering prepared, and she was darn well going to get her money’s worth out of this dress. “Lighter fluid, matches, the whole bit.”
Grace rolled her eyes. Grace was one of the few people who really knew her. Could read the dry humor and didn’t find it offensive or annoying. Basically, Grace and her MC coworkers. Her family? Not so much.
Leah shifted uncomfortably. Speaking of her family. She was running out of time. She scanned the room for Jacob.
For the millionth time she tried to talk herself out of asking for this favor. There was no way he’d go for lying, not to mention having Jacob, of all people, pretend to be her boyfriend was dangerous business.
Then Leah thought of Mom and Dad and Marc finally coming to visit for Christmas. Of her whole family being with her over the holiday. It would be the first time in a long time, but only if she made her little white lie a truth.
Leah pressed a hand to her nauseated stomach. She had screwed things up royally. Again. Jacob was her only hope.
Grace nudged her. “Are you okay? You look a little pale. You didn’t eat the mushroom appetizer, did you? It had walnuts on it.”
Leah shook her head. “No. I won’t be going into anaphylactic shock.” At least not from walnuts.
“So, what gives?”
Leah’s eyes finally landed on Jacob. He was wearing a black suit and smiling with perfect white teeth. His dark brown hair was that casual mussed look, which she was 90 percent sure he worked very hard to achieve. He was currently sporting about a week’s worth of facial hair, which she sadly and pathetically kept track of.
She hated herself for the little inward sigh. Hated that she thought he was perfect.
Because Jacob McKnight was so not perfect.
“Earth to Leah?”
Leah forced a smile and looked at Grace. “Sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind. Uh, my parents are coming to visit for Christmas. My brother, too.”
“That’s great. You don’t talk about them much, but I can’t wait to meet them.”
Leah’s smile faded. “Yeah. Sure.” She didn’t mention that not talking about them was on purpose. Didn’t mention that for years she hadn’t even spoken to them, let alone invited them for visits. This new relationship was tenuous.
Tenuous enough she was going to have to ask Jacob for something totally insane. And it meant enough to check some of her pride at the door.
In other words, it meant everything.
“I need a drink. You want one?”
“Kyle’s getting me one.” Grace touched her arm. “You sure you’re okay?”
Leah waved her off. “Fantastic.” She moved toward the bar and away from Grace, smiling at clients along the way.
For five years she’d poured her life into MC Restorations as their electrician. For just as long she had ignored any and all attraction to Jacob. He was her boss, kind of, but he’d also become her friend and then his sister had become her best friend this year and...nothing about being attracted to him or halfway in love with him was acceptable, sensible or smart.
For the past ten years, Leah’s life had been all about being sensible and smart. Some sad attempt to make up for all the ways she’d been anything but as a teenager.
The bartender handed her the glass of wine she’d ordered and, after making sure no one was looking, she downed it all in one gulp. She wished she could drink the whole damn bottle, but that wasn’t an option.
Leah touched the scar over her heart through the fabric of her high-collared dress. Not one person in this room knew about it, and she wanted to keep it that way. It would be hard with her parents around, but she would try.
There were a lot of secrets to juggle. Too many, really, but it was the only way to get what she wanted. Keeping her scar and where it came from under wraps meant Leah could live her life how she chose, without anyone hovering or worrying. Letting her parents believe Jacob was her boyfriend was going to give her the same thing and get her her family back.
A few little secrets. A few little lies. What could be the harm?
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JACOB HAD SEEN Leah wear that red dress only twice now, but he hated it. Hated every last inch of the bright, clingy fabric that was bound and determined to scream at him that Leah was a woman. A hot woman.
