HE SHOULDN'T EXIST -- NOW HE WON'T LEAVE.
Ridiculous curfews, arguments, and retaining her sanity are all things Adonia worries about when her father visits for the holidays. She also needs to hide the fact that she and Luke live together, and plans not to spill the beans about her upcoming wedding until the very last minute — or risk her dad ruining it! Will Adonia pull it off, or will someone slip up and let the cat out of the bag?
Luke soon realizes that he’s got bigger problems than Adonia’s dad — HIS dad! When Apollo Pawlak’s womanizing ends with him on Santa’s naughty list, all of Prince George is in an uproar. If Adonia's father did not approve of Luke before... Luke knows this is about to get ugly.
And while stranger things have happened, they’re probably not much stranger than Nikki’s handsome new prospect — Dante Albini. Nikki’s foolproof plan to make Andre jealous just walked offline and straight into her life. When Nikki pulled photos of a hottie off the internet to invent a fake boyfriend, she never expected that hottie to find her. And real life really is stranger than fiction — Dante isn’t angry about his stolen identity; he’s more than willing to date her! Nikki will use every opportunity to get back at Andre for the attention he gives his coworker Amanda — and Dante is fair game! Will Amanda get in the way of Nikki patching things up with Andre, or will Dante beat her to it?
Can Luke and Adonia survive their visiting parents? And who will get their happily ever after? Find out in this fifth book of My Best Friend’s Brother.
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~ EXCERPT ~
We all squeezed into a handicapped bathroom stall at the mall. And Lilly was kind of disturbed that we did.
“I have to pee in front of all of you?!” She looked flushed.
Ignoring her, I looked over the pregnancy test instructions for a fifth time. We weren’t stupid—using the damn thing was just confusing.
For instance, if she peed in an empty McDonald’s soda cup, would any residue on the bottom of the cup change the result?
“Did you rinse the cup?” Lilly asked Anna.
Anna nodded.
“Are you sure all the soda’s gone?” Lilly peered inside.
Anna nodded again.
Lilly blew out her cheeks. “Okay! Everyone either leave the stall or turn around—I get stage fright.”
We turned around, and I popped a bubble. “Just pee in it, and dip the test for ten seconds.”
After hearing her do her thing, the toilet flushed automatically. We turned back around just as she dipped the test strip in the pee cup.
The test turned a blue color, and she laid it flat on the changing table. We figured that was a good place to put it.
You know, practice.
Lilly spent the next three minutes wringing her hands, grinding her teeth, and grunting with anxiety.
Nikki hovered over the test, and snapped a picture.
We looked at her.
“For Facebook,” she chirped, navigating to the website on her phone.
“Don’t you dare!” Lilly shrieked, grabbing the phone from her. “Are you nuts? You’re friends with Troy!”
Nikki set her hands on her hips. “It’s something exciting that’s happened today! Don’t you think he should read about it on Facebook? I mean, you’re afraid to tell him yourself, right? Can you get more non-confrontational than that? It’s perfect!”
Lilly’s mouth hung. “How many times were you dropped on your head as a child?!”
“One less than you,” Nikki squeaked. “Since you faked your last pregnancy.”
“At least I didn’t fake my last boyfriend,” Lilly spat.
Nikki sucked her teeth. “Oh my God, how many times do I have to say—”
“It seems to be negative,” Anna announced, holding the test by the safe end. “Only one line appeared.”
I grabbed and squinted at it. “Are you sure that’s not a second line?”
We all gathered in a tight circle, examining it.
Lilly began hyperventilating. “Oh my God! Troy’s going to kill me!”
“It’s a shadow or something,” Anna said, stealing it back from me. “I only see one solid line, which means it’s negative.”
Lilly grabbed the test and stormed out of the stall, to the gray marble sinks which sat beneath long florescent lights. It was considerably brighter in the washing room than it was in the stall; but I still saw a ghost line.
I looked over the instructions again. “The test is positive only if you see two solid lines,” I read. “However, one line may appear lighter than the other. If no lines appear, the test is defective, and should be discarded immediately. Once you take the test, consult your doctor to verify if you are pregnant.”
“So what’s the point of the test, then?” Lilly wheezed.
We shrugged at her.
I continued reading. “For best results, take the test no earlier than the day you miss your menstrual period.”
We hovered over the test in her hand again.
“Well, it’s still only one solid line,” Anna exclaimed. “You’re not pregnant, girl!”
“Oh, thank God!” Lilly cried, just as the toilet flushed in the stall next to the one we’d occupied.
“Is that the Accu-Stick brand?” asked a deep, fatigued female voice.
We all checked to confirm. “Yes,” we said, eyeing the stall.
The door swung open, and the woman exited in yellow pants and an extra large, dotted brown maternity shirt. Her belly protruded so far ahead of her, it practically reached the sink she headed to.
Our eyes bugged out.
“I took that brand test first. It told me I’m not pregnant. Turns out I’m having triplets,” she announced, short of breath from four steps.
And to that, Lilly Jacobson paled, and hit the floor.
