Page 61 of This Feeling

Groaning, Harper turned and went back to the sofa and sat down. “I texted Sean and told him I couldn’t do this anymore. I didn’t tell himwhy, but…it’s because I wanted to be honest with you about my feelings.”

“How’s that going to work? Will you break up your fake relationship?”

“I think Sean needs to tell your mom and dad the truth. I told him if he doesn’t, I will.”

I sat down across from her. “Do me a favor, will you?”

“Sure.”

“Be sure I’m there if you’re the one to do it. I don’t want to miss this.”

Harper

I couldn’t help but laugh at Declan. “You want to be there when I tell your mom it was all for show?”

“Hell yeah, I do.”

Frowning slightly, I asked, “Don’t you think it’ll make your mother feel bad to know that one of her sons is so afraid to stand up to her, that he’d actually rather lie than be honest?”

Declan’s smile faded. “I never thought about it that way.”

I gave a one-shoulder shrug. “I don’t want to be the one to tell her, but I have a feeling Sean isn’t going to say anything.”

“And in the meantime, if Caroline ends up breaking up with her guy, Sean won’t hesitate to cut you loose.”

“I know! He already humiliated me with therealbreakup. I’ll be damned if I let him do it with a fake one.”

Declan sighed. “I’m starving. Do you want to go get something to eat?”

“Do you like pizza?”

He raised a brow. “Does anyone on this Earth not like pizza?”

I grinned. “My sister Amanda hates pizza.”

“That’s not right.”

Standing, I reached for his hand and guided him back into the house and down to the kitchen. “How about we make pizza instead of going out?”

“And miss the town gossips questioning why you’re out with me and not my brother?”

I glanced over my shoulder. “Can you evenimaginethe gossip?”

He laughed. “I can. What do you need me to do?”

Jerking my chin toward the counter with the cookbooks, I asked, “Can you grab the one with the red spine?”

“Sure.”

I took out the ingredients I needed from the pantry and set everything on the counter. “Have you ever made pizza dough?”

“I have. One of my buddies I lived with loved to cook. The guy was good at it too. If he ever gets out of the Marines, he needs to open his own restaurant.”

“That good?”

“Oh man, the guy couldcook, Harp. He’d make some crazy different dishes, too, just experimenting. And he made a killer pizza dough.”

“Wish I had his recipe.”

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