“A fake boyfriend,” I added.
“Oh. Much healthier.”
Edward became one of my closest friends during my divorce. He listened to me without trying to fix everything, brought me coffee when the divorce was finalized, and
even helped me rewrite an angry message to Max before I sent something I would regret.
He was also tall, athletic, and annoyingly handsome.
Exactly the kind of man Max would notice.Browse Magazines
“Why me?” asked Edward.
I tried to joke.
“Because you are incredibly presentable.”
He kept looking at me.
“Speedwell.”
I sighed.
“I want Max to see me with you and wonder if leaving me was a mistake.”
Edward leaned back.
For some unknown reason, this answer seemed to disturb him.
Then he nodded.
“All right.”
I should have wondered why he agreed so easily.
