Engaging The Enemy. Reese Ryan

thought you couldn’t stand him.”

      “I can’t.” Kayleigh’s eyes met her friend’s. She blew out a long breath. “But this was going to be awkward, no matter who I brought along. I figured that at least with Parker, I know exactly who I’m dealing with, so there won’t be any misunderstandings. This is a business deal, not a hookup.”

      The corner of Savannah’s mouth lifted in a smirk. She brought the mug to her lips and mumbled under her breath, “If you say so.”

      “You don’t actually think I want to spend an entire week sharing a room with Parker Abbott.”

      Savannah shrugged as she sipped her latte. “You two do have pretty passionate feelings for one another.”

      “It’s pure, unadulterated loathing. Nothing more. Now can we change the subject?”

      “After you answer a few more questions.” Savannah set her cup down and leaned forward, folding her arms on the table. “Since you went for broke and declared that you were bringing your fiancé, won’t it become painfully obvious that you two dislike each other?”

      “Like I said, I may not have been thinking clearly.” She shrugged. “I figured I’d put together a backstory of how we met. And we can fill out a couple of those questionnaires to get to know each other. You know the kind that ask about your favorite color and your ideal date?”

      Savannah practically snorted. “That’s your game plan?”

      “Pretty much.” Kayleigh’s cheeks heated beneath her friend’s stare. “I mean, we do have two and a half months to memorize this stuff.”

      “Kayleigh, sweetie...” Savannah took a deep breath as she returned her mug to the table. “Parker is supposed to be your fiancé, which means you two should look like you’re head over heels in love. No basic questionnaire is going to get you two to that point. Not in a way that will convince anyone who spends more than three seconds with the two of you.” Savannah sighed, but her hazel eyes were filled with warmth. “Are you sure that you should bring Parker on the trip? Can’t you just say that your fiancé couldn’t make it because of a business obligation?”

      “It’ll look like I made the whole thing up.”

      “Which you did.”

      “Sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do. You, of all people, should understand that.” Kayleigh took a sip of her coffee.

      Savannah’s eyes widened and she lowered her gaze to her cup.

      Kayleigh’s cheeks stung and her gut twisted in a knot. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

      Savannah gave her a small nod, her eyes not meeting Kayleigh’s.

      Savannah and Blake had fallen in love and had managed to work things out, despite their rocky start. Still, Kayleigh knew her friend harbored guilt over the way she’d deceived Blake and his family in the beginning.

      Kayleigh squeezed her friend’s hand. “I didn’t mean to sound bitchy and judgmental. I just thought that you’d understand that sometimes the ends justify the means. Your grandfather would never have gotten what was rightfully owed to him if it hadn’t been for you. And he might never have rectified things with his old friend or gotten to see his great-grandson before he passed.”

      “I was trying to restore my grandfather’s legacy and dig our family out of debt,” Savannah said sharply. “I didn’t do what I did just to make my ex jealous.”

      “Now who’s being bitchy and judgmental?” Kayleigh raised a brow and drank the last of her coffee.

      Savannah sighed. “This is important to you. I get it. But it still goes back to what I said before. You won’t fool your ex or his sister with your sad little ‘I love red and he loves green’ routine.”

      “Then help me. Please.” She flashed her best sad, puppy-dog eyes at her friend.

      “Fine, but only if you’ll do exactly what I say. I won’t invest my time in this little scheme of yours if you’re planning to half-ass it.”

      “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Kayleigh bounced in her seat. “I’ll do whatever you say. I promise. Parker on the other hand—”

      “Don’t worry about Parker.” Savannah waved a hand dismissively. “Leave him to us.” She pulled out her phone and opened her text app. “I’ll enlist Blake and Benji to make sure Parker understands exactly what’s at stake.”

      If Parker Abbott cared about her feelings, they’d still be friends.

      Kayleigh’s face burned and tears stung her eyes as she remembered the day in sixth grade when their friendship had ended. She’d caught Parker repeating things she’d confided in him about her father—the town drunk—to a chorus of laughter from the popular kids with whom he’d chosen to ingratiate himself.

      “When do we start?”

      “Right now.” Savannah shoved a monogrammed pen and pad across the table. “Make a list of everything you like about Parker.”

      Kayleigh frowned. “Can’t we start with something easier? Like a list of reasons he’s incredibly irritating?”

      “Do you want my help or not, Ms. Thing?”

      Kayleigh pouted. “This is harder than I thought.”

      “You’re not trying. Parker may be annoying, but he’s brilliant. And he’s determined when he believes he’s right.”

      “Which is always,” Kayleigh muttered. She jotted down smart and determined.

      “You know, you and Parker have a lot in common.”

      “That’s a low blow.” Kayleigh dropped the pen. “Name one way I’m like Parker.”

      “You’re both stubborn smart-asses who can be exasperating. You’re both extremely good at what you do, and you’re both carrying king-size chips on your shoulders.”

      “I said one thing.” Kayleigh held up a finger. “The rest was completely unnecessary.”

      Savannah grinned. “Just keep working on that list. I’m going to grab something to eat. Want anything?”

      Kayleigh shook her head as she studied the list.

      She closed her eyes and pictured Parker’s face. Beneath that constant scowl was a strong jaw, dark, piercing eyes and sensual lips framed by a neat, full goatee. Kayleigh’s eyes opened suddenly as her cheeks flushed with heat.

      Some women might find Parker hot—with or without his glasses.

      She scribbled fairly attractive, gainfully employed, wealthy and family-oriented.

      “You’re making progress.” Savannah set down a warm sticky bun and slid into her seat.

      “Speaking of progress...doesn’t that defeat the purpose of yoga this morning?”

      “I’m allowed a few extra calories.” Savannah broke into a slow grin and pressed a hand to her belly. “I’m pregnant.”

      “Savannah, that’s wonderful!” Kayleigh hugged her friend.

      She was thrilled for Savannah. She had the dream husband, a career she loved, an adorable little boy and another little one on the way. And she’d never have to worry about money again.

      Still, Kayleigh envied her friend’s happiness. Wanted a piece of it for herself.

      “Thanks, but please don’t tell anyone,” Savannah said as they returned to their seats. “Blake and I will share the news with his family at dinner on Sunday. Then I’ll call my sister.”

      “I won’t say a word.” Kayleigh forced a smile. “When is the baby due?”

      “November.”