My Best Friend's Ex Read Free

until this weekend.

Chapter Four
     
    The persistent ringing noise had Brooke fumbling in
the dark for her cell phone. Her hand ran over the surface of her nightstand
until she found the offensive object that had woken her from an erotic dream.
Lifting the device to her ear, she moaned, “Hello.”
    The ringing didn’t stop.
    “Shit,” she muttered and slid a finger across the
glass front before speaking again. “Hello.”
    “Oh, gosh, I’m sorry, Brooke. I forgot what time it
was.” Janet’s voice rang through the phone along with loud music. The
combination jolted Brooke awake and reminded her as to why she’d called her friend
earlier that evening.
    With her unavailable, Brooke had left a message.
    Now at...she lowered the device enough to see the time
on her phone and read 2:31. She opened her mouth, ready to blurt out her
question to Janet, and forced her jaw close. Damn , this wasn’t the way
she wanted to handle this conversation.
    Licking her lips, she struggled with what to say and revised
her reply. “Don’t worry about it. I just thought we might get together and
catch up.”
    “Sounds great, we’ll need to do that.” The slight
slurred to Janet’s words alerted Brooke.
    Added in the late hour and the music blaring through
the phone, she had no doubt Janet was probably drinking and having a good
time.  She wouldn’t welcome a discussion concerning her ex-husband. “Why don’t
you stop by my apartment tomorrow? It’s Saturday, and I don’t have any plans
for most of the day. We can...”
    “Of course, you don’t. You never do anything fun. You
really need to find a boyfriend and get a life.” Janet’s snide comment stung.
    Suddenly, all the years Brook spent squashing her own
desires to please her friend hit her in the face. Why the hell had she put up
with Janet?
    Sitting up, she shoved an extra pillow behind her
back. “That’s exactly what I plan on doing. I have a date tomorrow with a man
I’ve been in love with for a long time.”
    “Right, the only man you’ve ever loved is Garrett
Sawyer. And girlfriend, he won’t have anything to do with you. He sees you as
nothing more than his kid sister.” Janet paused. A gurgling noise rang through
the receiver as if she was taking a drink. “Believe me, I don’t care if you two
hooked up, but it won’t happen. The man still isn’t over me.”
    Surprised by her friend’s total lack of connection to
reality, Brooke bit her lip and held back her opinion on the subject. Garrett
seemed more than ready to move on. In fact, if she hadn’t read him wrong, he
appeared genuinely interested in her.   
    “It’s sad really. If you two had gotten together,
you’d probably already be pregnant with your first child and living the life of
his good, little wife. Think of the money you’d save by not having to pay for
college.” Janet’s words painted a picture that Brooke couldn’t say she was
entirely unhappy with living. Except it didn’t include her goal of someday
teaching.
    A deep male voice broke through the phone. “Come on,
Janet. I’m tired. Let’s go to bed.”
    “Right, sorry Brooke, I’ve got to go. We’ll talk
soon.”
    The phone went dead.
    “What, not even a goodbye?” Lowering her phone to her
nightstand, she shifted down in bed and stared at the ceiling. The ambient
light coming in through her bedroom window provided enough visibility for her
to see the bump of the fire alarm and the vent for the heater. Her mind
replayed her conversation with Janet.
    Did she have her answer? Was Janet okay with Garrett
moving on? She had stated she didn’t care if he and Brooke dated.
    Still...
    Brooke allowed her imagination to create the scenario
Janet had described.  Could she be happy as Garrett’s wife? Did she want to
have his child? Live the rest of her life with him?
    Thrilled at the possibility, she pictured his moist
lips, hard chest, and lean body. Slowly, she drifted into a sensual dream until
the perfect life