Fool her once, as her best friend.
Fool her twice...as her fake fiancé?
Top Boston interior designer Jules Brogan has no shortage of work. So why say yes to designing a yacht with Noah Lockwoodâher former best friend who disappeared from her life ten years ago after one smoldering encounter? Especially since the job requires posing as Noahâs fiancée! But what are old friends for...especially if she can coax him into one more kiss?
JOSS WOOD loves books and travelingâespecially to the wild places of Southern Africa. She has the domestic skills of a potted plant and drinks far too much coffee.
Joss has written for Mills & Boon Modern and, most recently, Mills & Boon Desire. After a career in business, she now writes full-time. Joss is a member of the Romance Writers of America and Romance Writers of South Africa.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07660-9
FRIENDSHIP ON FIRE
© 2018 Joss Wood
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Prologue
Callie...
As sheâd done for nearly thirty years, Callie Brogan kissed her daughterâs sable-colored hair, conscious that nothing was guaranteedânot time, affection or life itself so she took every opportunity to kiss and hug her offspring, all seven of them.
God, no, she hadnât birthed them all. Levi and the twinsâJules and Darbyâwere hers. The Lockwood brothersâNoah, Eli and Benâwere the sons of her heart. Biologically, they belonged to her best friend and neighbor, Bethann Lockwood, who had passed away ten years ago. Dylan-Jane, well, DJ was another child of her heart.
The life Callie had lived back then, as the pampered wife of the stupendously wealthy, successful and most powerful venture capitalist in Boston, was over. Her beloved Ray was gone, too. Sheâd been a widow for three years now.
Callie was, gulp, alone. At fifty-four, it was time to reinvent herself.
So damn scary...
Who was she if she wasnât her kidsâ mom and her exuberant, forceful husbandâs wife?
At the moment, she was someone she didnât recognize. She needed to get to know herself again.
âMom?â
Callie blinked and looked into Julesâs brilliant eyes. As always, she caught her breath. Jules had Rayâs eyes, that incredible shade of silver blue, incandescently luminous. Callie waited for the familiar wave of grief, and it washed over her as more of a swell than a tsunami.
Damn, Callie missed that man. His bawdy laugh, his strong arms, the sex. Yeah, God, she really missed the sex.
âMom? Are you okay?â Jules asked, perceptive as always.
Callie waved her words away. She considered herself a modern mom but telling her very adult daughter that she was horny was not something that sheâd ever do. So Callie shrugged and smiled. âIâm good.â
Jules frowned. âI donât believe you.â
Callie looked around and wished Noahâand Eli and Benâwere here. Eli and Ben had excused themselves from Sunday lunch; both were working overtime to restore a catamaran. And Noah was in Italy? Or was it Greece? Cannes? The boy used jet travel like normal people used cars.