Tell Them Lies (Three Little Words Book 3)

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Authors: Karla Sorensen
don't know."
    "What's not to know? Is he your ex? I can easily make him jealous. Feel you up a little on the dance floor."
    She shot him an unamused look. Because she was. Completely unamused. Except, he had this one-sided smirk that made her the smallest level of amused that she’d admit to.
    "No. Casey is one of my best friends, and I'm one of her bridesmaids. I...I don't want them to..."
    "Pity you?"
    "They don't pity me," she replied vehemently. He looked about as unconvinced as she felt. Because didn't they? Everyone had so much going on in their lives. Babies and weddings and families and relationships. And since she was always the one available to do things, always the one to have an open schedule, she could see it in their eyes a little bit.
    And a little bit was enough claw at her skin. "Okay, maybe they do. But they're not mean about it."
    Kieran held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Hey, no need to get defensive. You know I won't judge why you don't want to do this by yourself."
    "I have lost my mind.” Slumping forward, Liz dropped her head into her hands and groaned. “They wouldn't believe it anyway. That I'd actually bring some random man to her rehearsal dinner and wedding."
    "I'm not some random guy."
    Liz looked over at him, sliding her hands away from her eyes so she could see him clearly. He looked so certain, not a single part of him wavering in this idea.
    "What do you mean?"
    "I wouldn't be some random guy, Liz. I'd be the guy. At least for now. No reason they'd have to know differently."
    "That's a lot of lying, Kieran. I don't know if I can do it," she said honestly, not able to push the same belief into her tone that he had in his. He didn't respond right away, so she settled her hands in front of her eyes again, pushing them into the sockets. When he laid a hand on her back, she looked over at him. The heat of that one hand, those five fingers and a palm, pushed right past the wool of her coat and into her skin.
    "You can. Because doing shit by yourself over and over and over gets old. I feel you there, okay? It's not easier to do that than to show up there with me. I promise."
    "How are you so sure though? It doesn't make sense."
    He smiled widely and leaned in until their foreheads were almost touching. "Because I thought you were hot as hell the moment I saw you, it will be a piece of cake to act like I'm with you."
    Liz practically flew backwards on the bench and then grimaced when he laughed at her admittedly overblown reaction.
    Kieran wagged a finger at her, still grinning. "See now, you can't be doing stuff like that if I compliment you in front of people."
    "Oh, this is such a bad idea," she whispered.
    "It's going to be awesome."
    Liz scoffed. "Yeah, right."
    "It will," he said, and then spread his hands out in front of him like he was framing a movie screen. "I can see it now, you're going to get adorably drunk and beg me to deflower you after the reception. I'll say yes, by the way."
    "That's disappointing," she snapped.
    "It won't be, I promise."
    "No, that you'd buy into such obvious cliches. I'm a librarian, not a nun. You might be begging me by the end of the night."
    "Oh, of that I have no doubt, angel."
    Her heart was positively galloping in her chest. She never said stuff like that. And what was worse was that she could feel the blush staining her cheeks, completely undermining the tiny bit of snark she'd thrown at him.
    "Don't you dare call me angel."
    "Muffin?"
    "No."
    "Babycakes?"
    "I will murder you if you try it."
    "How about--"
    "No. Nicknames." Liz stood, fighting so valiantly against the smile that threatened at the look on his face. He was thinking so hard, his eyes narrowed on her face, his dark eyebrows arching in towards his perfectly straight nose.
    "Peaches?"
    "That doesn't even make sense."
    "Boo bear?"
    She started walking towards her car and heard him laugh, then the pounding of his boots on the parking lot when he ran to catch up with her. One firm hand

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