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  Copyright © 2020 by Nicole Blanchard

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  Dedication

  To Heather, a good friend

  Contents

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  Friend Zone

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Epilogue

  Frenemies

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Ninteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Epilogue

  Friends with Benefits

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  Exclusive Series Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Nicole Blanchard

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  Friend Zone

  Liam Walsh is just a roommate.

  Maybe if Charlie St. James repeats it enough, she’ll stop lusting after him. Not that it matters how she feels anyway, because Liam will always see her as one of the boys. Hell, he’s the one who gave her the nickname Charlie as a joke.

  Well, the joke’s on her.

  Now that she is confined to less than 1,000 square feet with him, she can’t stop thinking about how it would feel to get just a little bit closer.

  Charlie St. James is off limits.

  She’s been Liam Walsh’s best friend since grade school. He thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to let her crash with him when she needed a place to stay, but he was dead wrong. Knowing only a thin wall separates them when they sleep, that she’s naked in the shower while he lays in bed fantasizing about her, is unbearable.

  When their cozy two bedroom goes from friend zone to war zone, they’ll either burn up the sheets or go down in flames.

  Chapter One

  Charlie

  There was no way to escape.

  Trust me, I’d checked. The small half-bath had no secret doorways, and the window was so minuscule I couldn’t fit through it even if I lost the pesky freshman fifteen I’d packed on two years ago. I opened it despite my misgivings and despaired at the slow progression. The air filtered in, clammy and thick, but my desperate lungs drew it in greedily. My fingers dug into the windowsill and I prayed for the first time in ten years. Please, God, don’t let me faint.

  The knock at the door made me screech, and I clapped a hand over my mouth.

  “Charlie,” came a familiar voice. “You okay in there?”

  “Liam, how many times do I have to tell you not to interrupt me when I’m on a date?” I washed my hands and gave a quick look in the mirror. I frowned at my reflection. Limp dirty blonde hair that fell rain-straight to my shoulders, plain brown eyes opened so wide I nearly scared myself.

  Get it together, Charlie.

  I opened the door and peered beneath Liam’s raised arm. “Andrew didn’t follow you, did he?”

  “Why?” He sounded amused. I narrowed my eyes at him as I straightened. How could he be amused at a time like this? “What? I thought you got off on this part.”

  “What part? I don’t get off on anything!” The screeching continued, and it was definitely coming from me. There must be something in the water. It wasn’t like me to be so frantic and…unhinged.

  Liam merely smiled that one-sided smile that made me want to sucker punch him. It made the dimple in his right cheek peek out to say hello. It was a tease, that dimple. It made most girls swoon, but it made me want to deck him because he only shared it with me when he was trying to piss me off, which he did with infuriating regularity. “Now, Charlie, you should know better than to keep breaking it off with these puppies if you aren’t getting laid on the regul
ar. Maybe that’s why you’re so uptight.”

  I looked to the ceiling. Maybe I’d find patience there. But there was no spiritual aid to be found, unless you counted the water stain that kind of looked like Jesus if I squinted just right. I’d grown sick of water stains. My dorm had them. My first apartment had them. What was it with college haunts and water-stained ceilings? One day I’d own my own home and there wouldn’t be a water stain in sight.

  “Focus.”

  I glared at him. “I am focused. Focused on not planting my fist in your face.” I shoved around him, which wasn’t easy considering how bulky he was. For a bartender-slash-veterinary student, he sure packed on the muscle. I guess it was hauling around all those kegs and delivering…I don’t know calves or whatever it was he did at his family’s farm that made him want to be a vet.

  “Don’t let your anger out on me because you aren’t getting any.” Liam followed close behind as I squeezed through the packed hallway of girls in skimpy dresses trying to get to the bathroom. Most of them side-eyed me until they caught onto the fact that Liam was much more interested in checking out their racks than paying any attention to me. After a lifetime of friendship, I was used to their reaction.

  “I’m not angry.”

  “If I weren’t getting laid, I’d be angry. Andrew must not be doing it right.”

  I spotted Andrew at the standing table where I left him, but paused instead of going to his side. I really hated this part. As I weighed my options, I said distractedly, “Then how do you explain the fact that you’re a dick to me 24/7 if you’re always getting laid? And Andrew is perfectly…nice.”

  “I’m not a dick,” he said. My snort caused him to smile again, dimple twinkling. “Okay, well not all the time. Besides, I’m only like that with you because, you know, we’re friends. The only time you should really worry is when I turn on the charm.”

  “You, charm? I doubt there’s anything you could do that would ever make me forget what you were like at twelve with all your acne and that high-pitched voice. Sorry, buddy, there’s no coming back from that.”

  Liam coughed and eyed a bombshell redhead who was giving him a sympathetic look. He leaned closer to me. “You promised me you’d never mention that again.”

  “And you promised you’d never interrupt another date.”

  “You can’t be calling this a date,” he replied, disbelief coloring his voice and expression. “Especially not if the sex is only nice.”

  My thoughts ground to a halt and I reached up to tug at my hair. “What do you mean by that?”

  Redhead forgotten, Liam reclined against the wall next to me and jerked his head to where Andrew stood checking his watch. “You only bring a guy here when you’ve reached the dumping phase and I’m not about to give you a sex education lesson.”

  “Dumping phase? How did—what do—how did you know I was going to break up with him?” I stumbled through my response, my voice nearly giving out several times in my attempt to speak. “I don’t need a sex lesson from you.”

  “Really? We’ve been friends for ten years. I think I know how this is going to go.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You have no idea how it’s going to go.” I paused, biting my lip. “Do you?”

  Liam waved at his manager when he began to shoot him impatient looks. That was Liam, totally unconcerned about the fact that he was supposed to be actually working. It drove me almost as insane as his ability to see right through me did. “This isn’t the first time you’ve brought a guy here when you want to break up with him and I doubt it’ll be the last. What’s the reason this time? You two have been kicking it for longer than usual. He do something stupid like propose?”

  At my silence, he straightened and tried to keep a straight face. “Holy shit, did he propose?”

  My hands knotted, and I looked away.

  He snorted. “You’re kidding.” When I didn’t answer, his expression grew serious. “Whoa. You’re not kidding. Congratulations? I guess a lifetime of nice sex may be someone’s idea of a happily ever after, though I’m not sure who.”

  For the first time in my life I understood the phrase about gazes shooting daggers and I wished mine would. He’d be dead ten times over. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “Ouch. Poor guy. Now I actually feel bad for him.”

  I followed Liam to the bar and accepted the beer he offered. I figured I’d need more than one before the night was over and drank deeply, hoping the cool brew would soothe the dryness in my throat. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far. We got along so well and he seemed to understand I wasn’t looking for anything serious.”

  “This is what I mean about you and these guys. That’s how I know you’re about to break up with someone. You always bring them here. I almost feel bad for him,” he said as he studied Andrew. “He has no idea you’re about to break his heart.”

  “I don’t break their hearts!” I sipped from my beer, contemplating his words. At least, I don’t think I do.

  Liam took an order from a couple who could barely keep their hands, and mouths, off each other while I worked up the nerve to walk over to Andrew and get it over with. It didn’t escape my notice that I’d never been so into a man, Andrew or otherwise, who got me so hot I forgot we were in public. Maybe Liam was onto something about nice meaning something bad.

  “Don’t worry,” Liam said when he was finished with the couple. “I’ll keep an eye on him in case he freaks out.”

  “You’re making this out to be a bigger deal than it is.” Maybe if I repeated it enough, I’d start to believe it.

  He leaned on the counter after handing me another beer. I hadn’t even realized I’d downed my first. “C’mon, Charlie. You and I both know you’ve left a trail of men in your wake. It was only a matter of time before one of them got serious before you managed to shake them loose.”

  “You make me sound terrible.” Was I really that bad?

  “No, you’re not that bad.” He was smiling again at my habit of speaking my thoughts out loud, but this time at least I didn’t want to punch him. This time I was thankful he was my best friend, so he could lie and tell me all the things I wanted to hear instead of the truth. “But you better let him down gentle.”

  I polished off my beer and accepted a third. I had a feeling I was going to need it. “Thanks for being here, Liam.”

  “Anytime, shortstack. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” He winked at me as he straightened. “Besides, you need someone who’ll rock your world. Not someone whose nice.”

  “You’re really asking for it,” I told him.

  I could only sigh as I made my way through the crowded bar to Andrew’s side with guilt hanging like a heavy weight on my shoulders and settling uncomfortably in my stomach. It didn’t help that when he heard me approach, Andrew turned to me with a wide, slightly wobbly smile on his face.

  “There you are! I was about to come looking for you.”

  “I’m sorry I took so long. You know girls’ bathrooms.” I waved a hand, but he still mostly looks confused.

  “I ordered you a cosmopolitan, but I see you’ve already gotten a drink.” We’d been together long enough he’d memorized my drink order. It should have caused a pang of affection to chime in my chest, but there was…nothing. I frowned as he pushed the glass across the table. Noticing my expression, he asked, “Is something wrong?”

  My smile wobbled and I downed half of the cosmo for liquid courage. It joined the beer already sloshing around in my stomach and the combination ignited. Not a good idea, Charlie. I set the drink down and moved it out of reach. Get it over with.

  “Actually, Andrew, there’s something I think we should talk about.”

  He rolled his shoulders and shifted in his seat. “Good, I’m glad you mentioned it. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, too.”

  Caught off guard my throat closed on the words and I gestured for him to continue. A sense of foreboding settled over me like a dark cloud and I glanced around su
rreptitiously for Liam’s comforting presence, but he was still busy at the bar. Besides, I didn’t need him to come to my rescue. I could handle Andrew. I hope.

  Andrew took my hand in his and all I could think about was how clammy it was. I had to resist pulling mine away. “You know how much I care about you,” he said and tried to look deeply into my eyes. I hated when people did that. It always made me feel so incredibly uncomfortable. “We’ve been dating for a while now and…”

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t sure how I’d react if he actually proposed, but I knew it wouldn’t be pretty. “Stop, Andrew. I think I know what you’re going to say.” My heart is beating triple time and I wouldn’t be surprised if it leapt out of my chest and onto the table in between us—but not in a good way.