This damn man...
He was incapable of saying anything decent.
Even though they'd been married for several years, she still couldn't help but blush every time he said something suggestive.
And seeing her blush always made him want to kiss her.
Wendy Wyatt pushed his handsome, approaching face away and snorted, "You're the one who gave Tristan Sterling that idea, aren't you?"
"What idea?"
"Telling Tristan to deliberately flirt with another woman to provoke Holly and see if she'd get jealous?"
"!!" Nathan Fletcher froze.
A shocked "How did you know?" look immediately appeared on his face.
'He just felt bad for his best bro, who was hopelessly lovesick, and wanted to help him out, okay?'
'Getting her best friend and his best bro back together—wouldn't that be a happy ending for everyone?'
'How was that wrong?'
"If you can cook up schemes for your best bro, why can't I go drinking with my best friend to drown her sorrows?" Wendy retorted with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
