Pretending She's His: A Hard Feelings Novella by Kelsie Leverich Read Free Book Online

head—she’d more than likely deduced her little scheme. Or was it Trevor’s? Hell, at this point it didn’t matter.
    Picking up the chilled chardonnay from the pewter ice bucket, Eva poured herself a glass, filling it to the brim.
    “Easy, woman,” Trevor warned, from beside her. She whipped her head to him and narrowed her eyes, picked up the glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, and headed to one of the tables under the tent.
    It didn’t take Meagan long to find her way to Eva’s table, stopping only briefly to greet someone or chat quickly with a guest. She sat down in the chair next to Eva and propped her feet up on the empty chair beside her.
    “Spill it, babe.”
    “I would rather not,” Eva grumbled. She wasn’t a pouter or a Debbie-downer but this whole Luke thing knocked her for a loop. Dammit, it would’ve been so much easier if her stupid conscience had just shut the fuck up and let her send him on his merry little way—hurt feelings and all.
    “I’m going to play the it’s-my-wedding-and-I’m-pregnant card. So start talking.”
    “You’re such a bitch when you want to be, you know that?” She sighed. “I told Luke I was dating Trevor.”
    Meagan choked on the bite of wedding cake she had just shoveled into her mouth. “Why the hell would you do that?” she asked incredulously.
    “Because Trevor came up with the little idea—”
    “Well, no shit he did. Only Trevor would suggest something like that. He’s been looking for an opportunity to get you in his bed—naked, I might add—for as long as I can remember.”
    “It’s not going to change anything. He’s not getting me naked, Meggy. Luke followed me to the cabin and told me he still cares about me.”
    Meagan’s brows lifted. She was as shocked as Eva was, and Meagan adored Luke. He was Reed’s best friend. Eva would have thought that maybe Meagan knew about Luke’s change of heart, that she’d have been able to give her a heads-up, but apparently not. “Why this weekend is he all of a sudden wanting to tell me how he feels?”
    “I don’t know, babe. Maybe it’s the whole wedding thing. Maybe he’s truly never gotten over you and he’s finally got the balls to tell you—hell, I don’t know how his mind works.”
    “Well, it worked.”
    “It worked?” Meagan asked, confused.
    “I wasn’t going to go along with Trevor’s little plan, but I panicked,” she explained, downing the contents of her wineglass in a few long pulls. “Luke believed it.”
    It was the easy way out, it was the cowardly way out. Should she have just told him the truth again and dealt with it like the strong woman she thought she was? Ab-so-fucking-lutely. But it was too late, what’s done was done. She couldn’t go back on what she said now: she would look like an even bigger ass. She’d already dug a hole.
    Just then, Trevor made his way into the tent. He was also wearing his dress uniform like the other men. She was a complete and total sucker for a soldier in his dress uniform with his ribbons, awards, and medals pinned to his chest. There was just something about a man in uniform—period. A man who fought for his country, was an M-4 sharpshooter, and wore that beautiful, little metal company combat pin on his right breast pocket, did it for her. Every. Single. Time. There was nothing, nothing , sexier than a soldier. Trevor included.
    His jacket was off and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. The hem of his shirt was tucked in nice and tight, showing off his hard physique that gave way to his narrow hips that in turn led to his thick thighs. Eva noticed Trevor. She had always noticed Trevor. Looking at him was one of her favorite things about their friendship, especially when he was half naked in a pair of his tight gray boxer briefs. But the way he looked at her when he entered the tent suddenly made her nervous. He had a glint in his eye as he smiled at her—like they shared some intimate secret. Okay,