Page 74 of The Book Club Boyfriend
I nod solemnly. “Okay, so pretty much exactly how I pictured it.”
She laughs—an actual, unguarded laugh that curls in my chest and settles somewhere I probably shouldn’t examine too closely.
We linger there for a beat longer than necessary. Then someone calls her name from across the room, and the spell breaks.
She gives me a nod. “Goodnight, Remington.”
“Night, Calloway.”
And just like that, she’s gone.
Later that night, I’m sprawled in bed, one arm behind my head, the other scrolling my phone while Rip snores dramatically at the foot of the bed like he’s had a long day ofdoing absolutely nothing.
My feed?
Absolutely flooded.
@ReaderGirl2000: If enemies-to-lovers isn’t real, explain Chase and Scottie.
@BookTokBabe: THE CHEMISTRY. THE BANTER. THE TENSION. I NEED THEM TO KISS IMMEDIATELY.
@RomanceRiot: Watching Scottie Calloway slowly realize she might have a crush is like watching a lion accidentally cuddle a golden retriever. I am LIVING.
I scroll through meme after meme. One is a freeze-frame of Scarlett glaring at me mid-panel, captioned: “She wants to hate him so bad, but his biceps are distracting.”
Another has both of us side-by-side with “Love is War: Live Edition” splashed across the bottom.
I laugh, open up a text to Scarlett, and type:
Me:We’re trending again. The internet thinks you’re in love with me.
The typing bubbles appear, then disappear. Then reappear. Then finally her message comes through.
Scarlett:Tell the internet to take several seats.
Me:You sure? I think they’ve got a point.
Scarlett:Your ego is terrifying.
Me:And yet, you can’t look away.
No reply.
I grin at the screen, toss the phone on my nightstand, and scratch Rip behind the ears.
“Admit it,” I murmur. “She likes me.”
Rip groans and flops onto his back, unimpressed.
“Fine. Too soon.”
But still, I fall asleep smiling.
Chapter Twenty-Three
This Won’t Hurt a Bit
Scarlett
