Page 3 of Chance of Romance
Sabrina huffed. She wasn’t a charity case, for crying out loud! She didn’t need to beg her friend to be her fake fiancé or, God forbid,paysomeone. She was a professional. “I’ll do the interview on my own,” she declared and immediately felt light-headed.Fraud, fraud, fraudechoed in her head, gradually fading to a loud ringing in her ears.
Next thing she knew, someone pushed her head down between her knees.
“Breathe,” Lexi ordered.
“I’m texting Logan,” Mad said.
“No,” Sabrina croaked.
“Maybe I’ll go as your fiancée,” Lexi said, making Sabrina laugh a little. Lexi might be terribly jaded about men, but she had a real appreciation for their form, the bigger and more muscled, the better.
Sabrina straightened. “I’m okay. Let’s go get a drink.” They always went to Garner’s Sports Bar & Grill after book club for drinks.
The women all gave her sympathetic looks.
“What?” she asked.
“We haven’t even started our meeting, silly,” Hailey said, pulling her e-reader from her white leather purse. “And I know just what we should read.” She bit back a smile, her pale blue eyes lit with amusement. “Married to my Fake Fiancé.”
Everyone laughed. Sabrina groaned.
