The Charmer by Flynn Avery

Author:Flynn, Avery
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled; Amara; romance; comtemporary; romantic comedy; rom com; billionaire; millionaire; rich; wealthy; funny; humor; humorous; witty; fake relationship
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-09-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

When her cell rang the next morning, Felicia was still dripping wet from the shower. It was only seven. There was only one person who’d call her this early on a Saturday. A quick glance at Caller ID confirmed it.

She hit the speaker button, propped the phone on the counter, and continued to dry off. “Hey, sis. Ready to finally spill all the gossip from your girls’ weekend in Vegas? You’re not allowed to go on a trip and then work back-to-back shifts at the hospital ever again. I need my gossip.”

“Why do you sound weird?” Her older sister said, straddling that line between curious, suspicious, and concerned that every emergency room nurse seemed to get after their first year on the job.

Felicia wrapped her hair in the towel and tucked in the ends. “You’re on speaker, and I’m in the bathroom.”

“Do not tell me what you’re doing.”

“Relax, I just got out of the shower—I’m not on the toilet.”

“Thank God because that’s just nasty. Do you know how much bacteria is on your phone already. Why would you add more?”

“Everybody poops,” Felicia said, slipping on a spa-weight robe that helped keep her warm in the draft coming through the opaque window in her bathroom despite it being shut tight—or at least as tight as it could be (thank you, extra thick wooden dowel jammed inside the frame to keep it from opening any farther).

“But they shouldn’t use the bathroom while on the phone,” Fallon said.

Felicia couldn’t argue with her sister there. “Duly noted, Queen of Etiquette.”

“So, what’s this I hear about you calling Frankie for outfit advice,” she said, taking full advantage of the thirteen months age difference between them (hello, Irish twins) to launch an interrogation. “Who’s the dude? Please tell me it’s not Tyler Jacobson.”

“What if it is?” she asked, her voice doing that thing it always did whenever she felt cornered and out of place. “What if he’s naked and sprawled out on my bed right now?”

Fallon wasn’t impressed by her bravado. “If there was a hot, naked man in your bed then there’s no way you’d be answering the phone.”

Of course, she immediately singled in on a mental image of Hudson with the sheet wrapped around his bare hips, and her body warmed way more than was acceptable considering she was talking to her sister. “Probably not.”

“Oh, that sigh sounded hopeful.”

Okay, this was going to go nowhere good, way too fast if she didn’t distract her sister. “What’s wrong? No hot guys in Vegas so you have to imagine them in my apartment?”

“Don’t even ask,” she huffed. “There were shots so I can’t confirm or deny any of that beyond the fact that I met one giant jackass.”

“Please don’t ever say that to Frankie or he’ll freak.” As the oldest of the Hartigan kids, Francis James Hartigan was as bossy as he was tall, broad, and determined to keep all of his siblings out of trouble as much as he got into it. “Speaking of

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