The Right Kind of Wrong: A Brother's Best Friend Romance Fabiola Francisco (free ebook reader .TXT) 📖

okay?” Her quiet voice moves through my clouded thoughts like sunshine breaking through after the storm. Shit, she’s even got me being poetic and crap.

“Yeah,” I smirk. “Show me this park,” I add when I realize we’re already here.

Allyson guides us down the path, looking at the flowers holding on to their last breath of summer, and she points out a fountain and a building. When we get to the lake area, I rent a small rowboat without questioning it and guide her in.

She doesn’t fight it. She takes my hand and climbs in, sitting on one side and holding the oars. When I settle in, I take hold of them and begin rowing through the water, passing by ducks that are floating around us.

“This is nice,” I say as I look around, couples, families, and friends on other boats.

“Yeah.” Allyson smiles, holding the sides of the boat before tipping her head back and closing her eyes. The sun beams down on her despite the slight chill in the air, highlighting her face.

My jeans grow tighter, and I swallow down the lump forming in my throat. I want to lay her down on this boat and drive her wild, not a care in the world if we rock the boat hard enough to tip us over.

When she lowers her head and blinks her eyes open, a light blush covers her cheeks. “What?” she asks, scratching her chest.

I shake my head and continue rowing, taking a deep breath.

“Tell me,” she demands, narrowing her eyes in the cutest way that I can’t take her seriously.

“Nothing,” I smirk, which rewards me with an eye-roll. I still can’t get over being here with her. So many years knowing each other, and never once realizing how amazing she is.

Allyson’s eyebrows pop on her forehead. “What is so funny?”

“It was nothing, really.” I’m not about to tell her that I was admiring her beauty and wishing we were alone so I could have my way with her. We’re having a great day, and I want to keep it up, especially after the stress of telling Easton.

Without warning, I feel water land on my shoulder. My mouth drops open as Allyson laughs.

“You aren’t going to want to start this, Kiwi,” I warn.

She crosses her arms over her chest and smiles confidently. I dip my hand into the water and splash her, accidentally wetting her more than I planned.

Allyson gasps, and her eyes widen. “That was… Oh, my God.”

In between laughs, I apologize.

“You aren’t one bit sorry.” She pretends to be angry, but the smile on her face is proof she’s forgiven me.

“I really didn’t mean to—” My hands fly up to cover myself from the water she sends my way as if that would protect me.

“The oars!” Allyson calls out. “Crap.” The small boat rocks as she leans over to grab one of the oars that fell into the lake.

“Careful,” I warn, trying to keep us from tipping over.

“Got it,” she cheers, holding one of them and placing it again through the loop on the side of the boat.

“The other one?” I ask, looking around until I spot it floating a few feet away from us. “Damn,” I mumble.

“Can you row with just one?” Allyson’s nose scrunches up.

“We’re about to find out.” I do my best to get us to the oar, carefully reaching for it. Allyson claps when I grab it, and pride swells in my chest. If I could make her this happy everyday…

“We should probably behave before they kick us out. Truce?” She holds her hand out.

“Truce, Kiwi.” I clutch her hand, holding on longer than necessary as I stare into her eyes. Allyson’s lips part as she inhales, and she’s the first to blink and look away, placing her hand under her thighs as she sits quietly.

“Are you cold?” I ask when I see her shiver.

“Just a little. I’ll warm up soon.”

“Here.” I hand her the oars, and she lifts a brow.

“You want me to row so that I’ll warm up?”

“Just hold on to them a second.” I roll my eyes playfully as I smile, taking off my jacket and handing it to her. “Put this on. I don’t want you to get sick.”

Her face relaxes as she looks at me with soft eyes. “Thank you,” she whispers, slipping her arms into the sleeves of my jacket and wrapping her body in it.

By the time we’re done with our boat ride, I’m drunk on Allyson’s energy. This feeling is foreign to me. I’ve always been up for a good time—having fun, telling jokes, using my charms—but what I’m feeling now is different. It’s a combination of pride, protectiveness, and fear.

My life is changing in a huge way, and I hope I’m ready for all it entails. Playing Dad and buying the baby its first outfit is very different than being a dad, and I’m not sure I’ve got what it takes to be the best dad in the world. I sure as hell want to try, though.

“Where to now?” I ask her as I swing my arm over her shoulder and walk out of the park.

“I could so go for some coffee,” she smiles up at me.

“Decaf.” I lift a finger in warning.

“Yes, sir.” Her teasing smile tells me she’s joking, but the idea of her surrendering to me is anything but a laughing matter. I wouldn’t mind hearing her use those words in the bedroom.

I promised I’d wait until we found out the gender of the baby to win our little wager, but she’s making it damn hard to keep my hands and lips to myself.

By the time we finish our coffees, Allyson suggests lunch. We spend the day together, walking the streets of Madrid, her wearing my jacket and my arms holding her. Anyone who sees us would think we’re a couple. As for me, I have no fucking clue what we are.

The only thing I’m certain of is that eventually, my time here will be up, and I’ll have to