The Trouble With Us

Friends don’t fall for their new bestie’s boyfriend.
Yep. Things got super awkward when I came face to face with the tattoo-covered Viking with a devastating smile and a panty-melting southern accent whom I coerced into being my fake boyfriend only weeks before. How was I supposed to know he was my friend’s boyfriend?

Friends don’t make marriage pacts after they’ve had too much to drink.
I’d been in love with Gabe since the night we met. He just didn’t know it. So when he asked me to marry him if we were still single at thirty, how could I possibly say no?

Friends don’t get one another pregnant.
Neither of us ever wanted kids, but when those two little lines appeared on that stick, well … exactly how big does an explosion have to be before it’s considered nuclear?

Friends don’t look at one another the way we do.
And that’s the trouble with us. Gabe and I have never been just friends.