Just Friends?
Allison Leigh
For my family.
Contents
Prologue
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
Coming Next Month
Prologue
It didn’t turn out at all the way Evan had intended.
When it started out, it was just supposed to be a quick trip home during a break between classes. He’d known she’d be home, too, because he’d made a point of finding out. Subtly, of course. It had never paid to show one’s cards too easily where Leandra Clay was concerned. She was too quick. Too smart.
Too…everything.
Fool that he was, though, in his determination to appear anything but obvious, he’d invited his dorm-mate.
Jake sure in hell hadn’t worried about being subtle.
One look at Leandra and he’d been a goner.
Evan’s fault. If he’d told Jake he’d already staked out that territory, his buddy wouldn’t have trespassed.
Problem was, Leandra hadn’t been Evan’s territory. Never had been.
So what had Evan done?
Nothing.
And now what was Evan doing?
Nothing.
Nothing except stand there in his suit and a tie that felt like it was strangling him, and lift his champagne glass the way all the other wedding guests were lifting theirs.
“To the bride and groom,” he managed to say. “We wish them a lifetime of happiness.”
Jake wore a tux, too, and Leandra looked like some princess out of a storybook in filmy white stuff from head to toe. Their arms were slung around each other, giddy grins on their faces.
They’d hardly let go of each other in the year since Evan had introduced them.
The couple drank to the toast, and to the others that followed, kissed softly, sweetly, and Evan turned away, downing the rest of his champagne. But no amount of alcohol was going to deaden the pain inside him.
He hadn’t spoken his piece when he should have.
“Hey, you.” Leandra had untangled herself from Jake and touched Evan’s arm. “Don’t go running off now. You’ve got to promise me a dance after Jake and I do our thing.”
He had to steel himself against flinching. “I was just going to find more of your dad’s fine bubbly.”
Her gaze, as rich as the fudge pudding Evan’s mom had made since his childhood, was sparkling and that sparkle was all for her brand-spanking-new husband. “I’m not sure I ever said thank you. You know. For introducing Jake and me. If it hadn’t been for you, we’d have never met.”
“What are friends for?”
She missed the dark note in his voice. Nothing in her world right now was dark.
She was Leandra Clay and she’d just married the man of her dreams.
She suddenly reached out and hugged him. A quick dip into sweet perfume and soft, rustling white gown. “Thanks.” Then she was moving away again, heading back to Jake, never knowing that she was taking Evan’s heart along with her.
No, things definitely hadn’t turned out at all the way he’d planned.
Chapter One
He woke to the sight of a strange man standing in his bedroom.
“Son of a—” Evan Taggart sat bolt upright, grabbing the bedding around his waist even as realization hit that the young guy with the lumberjack’s build wasn’t entirely a stranger. Nor was the red eye of the television camera the guy held entirely a surprise, either.
He stifled the ripe curse on his lips just in time to keep it from being captured for all eternity—or at least the viewing life of a certain cable television reality show. “I’ve never been videotaped in bed, with a woman or without, Ted,” he said grimly, “and I’ll be damned if we’re going to start here and now.”
Ted Richard’s grin was visible thanks to the annoying light he’d erected on a metal stand next to the bed, but he still didn’t lower the camera. “The producer would be a lot happier if you did have a woman under those sheets. Marian would figure it’d be good for ratings.”
Evan wasn’t amused. “How did you get in here?”
“Leandra always says Weaver is so safe that nobody ever locks anything. Guess she was right.”
Leandra.
Evan should have known. He squelched another oath, this time directed at Leandra Clay and her part in the farce his life seemed to have become over the past week. “Shut that thing off,” he warned. If he hadn’t been out nearly all night tending a sick bull, he would never have slept through an intrusion like Ted’s.
Not that this particular situation had ever arisen before.
Ted still didn’t lower the heavy camera from his shoulder. The distinctive red light on top of the thing stayed vividly bright. “Don’t shoot the messenger, dude,” he said easily. “I’m just doing my job.”
Ted’s job was to follow Evan Taggart
