Crossing Old Lines by Leah Smith


Carter Fleming broke my heart right after our first kiss.

Years later, we found a way to be best friends again.

Until I blurt out to my evil stepsister that Carter is my boyfriend.

To avoid humiliating myself further, I ask for his help in maintaining a two-month-long charade.

My grumpy, commitment-phobic friend agrees on two conditions:

One: We can’t get feelings involved. (Ha! Been there, done that, stole his t-shirt.)

Two: Move in with him while he renovates my old house.

Win-win, right?

Until every playful touch feels real and every kiss makes me lose sight of what we’re really doing. Soon, I can’t help but wonder what would happen if we crossed those old lines we drew between us…

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