Just Three Words (Soho Loft Romances) by Melissa Brayden Read Free Book Online Page B

morning. She took stock. No pounding headache, her stomach felt okay, and whoa, even sitting up was a total success. The eight glasses of water she’d consumed before bed had clearly done the trick. She owed Google a thank-you note and a fruit basket.
    A quick clock check—quarter to nine. Excellent.
    She’d come back to the loft the night prior because today was phase one of moving day for Brooklyn, and as sad as that made her, there was no way Brooklyn was going to be capable of organizing this move on her own. Awesome as her friend was, structure was not part of her vocabulary. For the past five years, the loft had easily been divided with Samantha’s neat and orderly room to the right of the living space, and Brooklyn’s cluttered chaos to the left.
    She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and flipped on the radio, spending the next few minutes quickly unloading the dishwasher as she kept time to the music. Routine was everything. She lived and died by it. As Katy Perry roared from the speakers in the corner of the room, Sam bopped along. She was still riding the high of the fantastic night prior. Proud of herself for getting out of her comfort zone, she looked forward to telling Brooklyn all about it.
    Sam did a quick mental calculation. She’d have time to shower, finish unloading the dishwasher, and down a quick breakfast before Brooklyn would be back from her morning run with Mallory. They could start sorting through her things then and have decent progress by midafternoon.
    “Taking calls now from our lovelorn line,” the morning show DJ announced as Sam turned the knob for the shower. “We have Tricia on the line. What’s amiss in your love life, Tricia? Doctor Loooove is in the studio waiting to make it all better.”
    Samantha rolled her eyes and headed into her bedroom to select an outfit.
    “Yes. Hi. I’m pretty sure I’m in love but can’t seem to tell the person.” Whoa. Sam paused, jeans draped across her arm. The voice was strikingly familiar. But there was no way. Was there?
    “Do you think he feels the same way?” Doctor Love asked in a voice that was so low it was borderline ridiculous.
    “It’s a she, actually. I’m in love with a girl. And yes, I tend to think she’s in love with me too.” Well, holy Rachel Maddow, she was right. It was Libby calling in to a radio station and professing love, no less! The smile arrived on her face instantly and her cheeks felt joyfully hot. She grabbed her phone and fired off a quick text to Brooklyn to tune into the show. Libby wouldn’t want them to know it was her, obviously, or she wouldn’t have used a fake name, but this was too crazy a development not to share. How often did people talk about you on the radio?
    Doctor Love grabbed the reins and Sam now held on to the bathroom sink. “I’d say pick a night this week, take your sweetheart somewhere romantic, and over candlelight and rose petals, tell her how you feel.” Yes, that’d be perfect. Let’s do that. Bring on the rose petal s. Doctor Love was such an intuitive guy. She caught her face in the mirror; the smile was unmistakable. It was possible she was blushing.
    “But the problem is that it’s not my girlfriend I’m talking about. I’m in love with my best friend. What’s worse is that I have a very kind and thoughtful girlfriend who’s everything I should technically want.”
    “But she just doesn’t do it for you the same way?”
    A pause. “No.” Sam blinked and watched the smile fade in front of her. Her heart clenched. She stared down at the sink. “She’s perfect in every other way, there’s just not the same spark. I don’t want to hurt her, but my feelings for Tan—my best friend seem to be growing each day.”
    “Well, that’s certainly trickier,” Doctor Love said. “I think you have to tell the dishrag girlfriend to hit the road so you can explore the tasty cake you have waiting for you behind door number two. Life is too short to waste on the