Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
June is crying. My mom is crying. And Henry… Henry has tears in his eyes as he leans down to press a kiss to my forehead.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.
“I love you too,” I whisper back, my heart bursting.
He kisses our daughter’s tiny head, his hand brushing her little cheek. “And I love you, Coco Callahan.”
I blink up at him, my heart skipping. “We’re naming her Coco?”
Henry nods, smiling down at our baby girl. “Yeah. Our little Coco.”
Coco was my top pick—a la Chanel—though Henry pretended to be unsure until now. And as I look at our little daughter, at her big eyes and adorable cheeks, I know he’s right. She’s our Coco.
Tears spill down my cheeks as I cradle her closer. I’ve never felt so much love in my life.
Henry kisses my forehead again. “I love you, Avery. And I can’t wait to raise our little Coco in our new home.”
I laugh through my tears, looking up at him. “You’re the best, Henny.”
He smirks. “I know.”
And as I look at him and our beautiful baby girl, I know one thing for sure—I get to spend forever with the two most important people in my life. My very own family.
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Mabel “Maybe” Willis died a virgin at the very young age of twenty-four. She leaves behind her parents, Betty and Bruce, her brother, Evan, a laptop filled with one too many Jason Momoa memes, and a Kindle library with more books than one human being could ever finish in a lifetime.
Cause of death: a text message.
Okay. So, I didn’t die. But I did send my brother’s best friend the most embarrassing text message possible.
Deflower me, please? I said.
Yeah. Send help.
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PREVIEW OF MY BROTHER’S BILLIONAIRE BEST FRIEND
Maybe
The clock in my dad’s SUV clicks to eight in the morning, and I groan as he pulls into the parking lot of my oral surgeon’s office in New Jersey for surgery day.
Of course, when I say my oral surgeon, I mean the oral surgeon for which Bruce found a coupon on Groupon, so who knows how in the hell this is going to go. And, while I wish it were something fun like a pair of new boobs or a bionic arm, I’m disappointed to say I will just be the owner of one fewer tooth.
A tooth I don’t need, obviously, but still.
I feel like any type of surgery shouldn’t come with a twenty-percent-off discount, but I’m currently too tired to decide if it’s a bad omen or not.
It’s too early to be without coffee, and thanks to the mandatory twelve-hour fast, I can’t stop thinking about Dunkin’ Donuts.
And I have my dad sitting beside me in the driver’s seat, belting out the lyrics to “Isn’t She Lovely” as if he’s Stevie Wonder himself.
Basically, this morning is shit, and I’m grumpier than Bruce on a late-Gerbera-daisy-shipment day.
God help me.
“And everyone laughs over my need to have a car in New York,” Bruce says after he finishes singing the chorus. “Looks like it came in pretty handy today.”
He’s so proud of himself. The man who spends an insane amount of money just to park this fucking car in the city has driven it one day in the last two months to bring me to a discount surgeon, and he’s bragging about it.
Bruce pulls in front of the office, puts the car in park, and turns toward me before I can get out of the passenger seat to head toward my dismal fate of anesthesia and blood loss.
“Break a leg, Maybe!”
I groan. “Pretty sure that doesn’t apply in this scenario.”
“Knock their socks off!”
“Not that either.”
He grins. “Good luck, honey. I’ll be in the waiting room.”