How to Steal Your Best Friend’s Fiancé

London Casey

Contents

A quick note

How to Steal Your Best Friend’s Fiancé

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Epilogue

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A quick note

Just like with Jackson and Callie’s story, I hope you’re as excited as I am that you’re holding this book right now!

Liam and Emily will always have a special place in my heart.

I really can’t say why. ;)

This one felt like such a journey. Being able to touch on moments from the past while cheering on the future.

If you don’t mind, when you’re done reading, tell me the funniest part of the book. If you don’t have my email address saved yet, here it is again - [email protected].

Now go enjoy and read!

LC

How to Steal Your Best Friend’s Fiancé

Emily

Hello, world. My name is Emily and I am your doormat. No surprise, really. They say the past makes your future. Or something. Mine’s a perfect recipe of missed chances—like the ones I missed with Liam. The first kiss in high school that never happened because police sirens. That moment of panic in college that made me practically throw my best friend at him.

Now he and Miranda are engaged. Of course I smiled at her ring. Of course I smiled my happiness for them. They’re perfect for each other. So, when Miranda’s too busy, I smile and agree to help Liam pick out flowers. Even though I just got publicly dumped by my own boyfriend, right when I thought it was time to pick out my own.

Liam

On paper, I’ve got everything I worked my butt off for. The career in patent law that may not be glamorous, but it feeds my need to help out the little guy. The fiancée who’s racing up the corporate law ladder faster than a speeding skateboard.

Emily remembers when a skateboard was my only mode of transportation. She’s the same old Emily, putting everyone else first. And when the perfect life I’d envisioned falls apart, Emily’s there just like a good friend should.

And that’s right about when everything hits the proverbial fan…

Prologue

(Emily)

Meet at the big tree.

I couldn’t stop reading the note all day.

He snuck it into my locker at some point.

He was probably skipping class to do so.

That’s just how cool he is.

I know I shouldn’t be into the whole bad boy thing, but he’s different. He’s so different. He’s not bad like Tommy Wilson is. Tommy just does stuff to do it. Some say it’s for attention. Others say he’s seriously evil. But now that Tommy got Stacy pregnant, things are going to change.

But anyway… this isn’t about Tommy.

Not at all.

Just one quick note though - I dodged the bullet of a lifetime there.

Last summer at Bec’s party (when her parents took a cruise for a week and left her home alone) I had a chance to be with Tommy. He set his sights on me and it was kind of intense. Everything about him screamed dangerous, and when he took me down to Bec’s basement and touched my hand, I just knew I had to leave. So I faked being sick and left.

Whew.

Okay, back to the note.

Meet me at the big tree.

I don’t know why it has to be secretive.

I guess in a way there’s been enough people that wanted us together that it just seemed so inevitable. Like if we do this, everyone will take credit for it. When, in reality, it was us who always wanted it.

From the second I saw Liam in ninth grade, it was ohmygod…

I’m talking instant jaw drop. Instant feelings. Writing notes about him to myself. Writing his last name as my last name. All that stupid cliché girly stuff that I fell into because of him.

Now, why didn’t anything ever happen?

We stupidly friend zoned each other.

By accident.

We were paired up on a science project, and instead of it becoming a make out session in my parents’ basement, we took the project seriously, and ended up as friends. That was right around the time I started dating Devan.

He was nothing but a blond haired, blue eyed surfer babe kind of guy… no brains, but a nice body.

And of course Liam had girls all over him all the time.

He’s got that bad side, but he’s smart.

I’m talking doctor or lawyer smart.

Meet me at the old tree.

That’s like the best spot to meet someone.

Getting an invite there is a front row seat to your own fun.

And fun means everything going through your head.

But Liam isn’t like that. He’s not jumpy.

Some guys are just hand up the shirt, giggle, forget anything else and make a mess in their own pants.

That’s not Liam.

Tonight…

“Wow,” I whisper.

I check my hair in the bathroom mirror.

Only two periods left until that Friday bell rings.

Then I’m out of here…

For good.

Which is why tonight, Liam has to show up.

Everyone calls him Zen but his name is Ezekiel. Zeke is his father. He’s the chief of police in town and everyone and their brother knows what happens in the barn and woods behind the house. The rumor is Zeke doesn’t mind the parties because he can keep everyone contained and keep things under control.

And honestly, nothing bad ever happens.

I think everyone knows who Zeke is and shows up a little scared. So they don’t get stupid drunk.

I’m at the party with Mel, Kelly, and Robin.

Of course Mel and Kelly are already off with their boyfriends.

Kelly is in a serious relationship. She’s been with Scott since tenth grade.

Which is wild.

Mel goes through guys like we go through coffee while studying for tests.

Her new love interest is a guy named Hank from a rival school.

Now that’s scandalous.

I wander around the barn,

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