My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 190

Evelyn

“God, you are beautiful,” Jacob murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I snuggled closer to him under the umbrella on the chaise lounge, wrapped in his warmth and the safety of his arms. This was, what, the third time he’d told me this today? I couldn’t lie; I loved every word, every look he’d been giving me. Lately, it was like he couldn’t get enough of me, like he was falling all over again, and if I claimed not to enjoy it, I’d be the biggest liar. Well, I was a liar at times but when it came to Jacob, or anything about him, I’d was nothing but honest.

“Careful there,” I giggled, glancing up at him. “You’re becoming obsessed with me.”

“Too late for that, Evie. I’ve been obsessed with you for as long as I can remember.”

“Oh, really?” I teased, brushing my nose against his.

Just then, Jennie’s groan cut through our bubble. “Please, stop. I’ve been watching this for the last hour, and if I have to see any more of this lovey-dovey nonsense, I’m going to need another drink. Like, stop.”

“Yes, exactly,” Nancy chimed in, peeking over her book and sunglasses, “Could you two at least be gross in private? This is a ‘room’ kind of thing, not a ‘right-in-front-of-us’ kind of thing.”

Jacob and I exchanged glances, barely holding back our laughter. “So, I take it last night’s one-night stands didn’t go so well?” I asked with a smirk.

“You won’t believe how bad it was—” Jennie started before Nancy smacked her with the book.

“Idiot! Don’t tell them!”

Jacob and I looked at each other, then at the two of them: Nancy glaring daggers at Jennie, who looked absolutely clueless. That was it—we both burst out laughing.

“When are you two going to give up on this ‘hunt’ for one-night stands and just accept that it’s a total disaster every time?”

Nancy, crossing her arms, rolled her eyes. “There is nothing to talk about. Jennie’s making it up.”

“Oh yeah?” Jennie retorted. “Because you definitely told me he was a ‘ten’—and then complained that his, um, you-know-what was about three inches.”

“Oh my god…” I gasped, covering my mouth as laughter overtook me. “Nancy, my poor Nancy, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“Jennie, I’m going to kill you!” Nancy fumed, her eyes blazing. Jennie’s grin faded as she realized her mistake, biting her tongue and slowly standing, eyes darting to Nancy’s twisted expression. She knew she was in trouble—possibly big trouble.

“Well, I—” Jennie started, but before she could finish, Nancy slammed her book shut and bolted to her feet. Jennie screamed and dashed inside the house.

“Wait, you brat! I’m not done with you!” Nancy shouted, charging after her.

“Guys, come on!” I called after them, trying—and failing—to hold back laughter as they disappeared. A laugh slipped out, and I shook my head.

“Your friends are walking circuses,” Jacob said, grinning, which only made me laugh harder.