Page 122 of Book Boyfriends
“O—kay.” The dip of her brow telegraphs her disbelief. No doubt Kerry thinks I’m up to something nefarious.
“This is such a lovely spot to shoot some promo videos for my socials, and you know how Velma is about that stuff. You know… beg for forgiveness rather than ask for permission.”My exaggerated wink is conspiratorial, knowing Kerry is likely thinking about her repurposing the tossed coins into weekly donations to the Make-A-Wish Foundation without the SPN’s administrator’s permission.
The pebble of guilt lodges in my stomach at my manipulation, but I’ll deal with it. There isn’t enough time to explain this whole thing to Kerry. Though something tells me that she’d believe me. Besides her love of historical romance, she adores anything with magical elements.
“Totally! Want me to help take the video, so?—”
“No need. My cameramen are here,” I interrupt with a wave to my book boyfriends strolling through the main entrance.
“Girl,do you ever have cameramen?” Kerry breathes, her gaze sweeping over the three men striding toward us.
Individually, each is impressive. All three are over six feet, with muscular frames. Owen is the sexy boy next door. James is regal handsomeness. Lars is rugged sexiness. Together, the three ooze enough sexual pheromones to impregnate a woman just by looking at them.
“Georgia.” James offers a quick bow and then turns to Kerry, his mouth opens, and nothing comes out. He just stares, his green eyes appearing to be entranced.
“Hi, I’m Kerry,” she says, holding out her hand.
After a far too long beat, he blinks, takes her hand, and murmurs, “James.”
“Is she the witch?” Lars juts his chin at Kerry, whose left eyebrow quirks.
“No, she’s not the witch…for thepromo.” Even my breathy laugh is suss.
“Promo?” Owen’s head tilts.
I flash him ashut itlook.
“She’s no witch, but she does cast a spell,” James drawls, his large hand still enveloping hers.
“Oh.” A dreamy expression shines in Kerry’s features.
Owen shakes his head. Lars snickers.
“Kerry, I think we’ve got this. Would you mind giving us some privacy?” I ask.
“Sure,” she says, her hand still in James’s, pink staining her cheeks.
No good will come from this!
“Sorry, we’re on a tight timeframe. It would be a huge help if you could keep guard… In case Velma comes in. You know how she loves those random drop-ins on the weekends.” In a very un-Georgia-like move, I take hold of Kerry’s shoulders and guide her towards the door.
“Goodbye, Kerry,” James murmurs, bowing as I push Kerry out the door. “What a delightful creature. Who is this Kerry?”
Shutting the door, I spin, wagging a finger. “Not for you.”
He raises his hands. “I wasn’t… I know. Sorry.”
“Ugh! Enough with the apologies.” I toss my hand up as I stride toward them. “Just do better.”
Owen places a hand on James’s shoulder. “Now might be the time for you to just be single.”
“You may be correct, my friend,” he sighs.
“Where’s Jackson?” I scan the space.
“Outside. He didn’t… He thought it would be best,” Lars says, clearing his throat. That playful sparkle in his eyes is dull, and his mouth curves downward.
This must be hard for both Jackson and Lars because if this works, then it’s goodbye for them. Jackson had them all on speaker phone as I said, “I think I figured out how to get you all back.” So, there’s no secret to what this all may mean for each of them.
