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The Half Baked Plan by Becca Jackson
Love in No Man’s Land Series, Book 2
Lucas
Fire took out my business, my apartment and almost my life a few weeks back, and now I’m living in my best friend’s house while I rebuild, and he travels the world. He found his perfect match and now It’s time I found mine.
After years on my own, I want a family, but I have zero hope in finding my match while I’m still completely crushing on the hottest builder in the world, and to make matters worse, he’s now my roommate.
I thought sharing a house with Carter would help me get over him. I’d see why he’s never had a boyfriend, or anyone worth bringing around town. I’d discover all of his faults up close and squash the perfect god-like image I’ve cemented in my mind all these years.
Problem is, no matter what annoying habits I jot down on my list, the more time I spend with him the more I’m convinced Carter is everything I will ever need. Now I just have to figure out a way to tell him.
Carter
With Michael traveling the world, it’s just Lucas and me in his house while we rebuild the café, bakery, and apartment. I’m happy for Michael. I really am, but seeing another friend get their happy beginning shines a light again on the fact that I might never get mine.
I’m sick of being everyone’s best friend, yet no one’s boyfriend. I want my happy beginning too. I want someone to pick me. To want me. To love me.
So I do what any single guy would do, I sign up for speed dating. Blind dates suck but I’m never going to find the one if I don’t start putting myself out there.
The problem is, the more time I spend living with Lucas the more I realize, I don’t want any of these random hookups. I want the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. The one who bakes me cookies to make me smile. So now I have to figure out a way to show him I can be an awesome boyfriend. I can be his happy beginning if he will just give me a chance out of the friend zone.
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The last week has been the hardest in a long time. Every day Carter is getting under my skin. I’ve tried adding even more stupid little things to my list in an attempt to convince my brain that my heart doesn’t know what it’s thinking. Last night’s addition: he likes cookies more than brownies. Yep, that’s how lame my list is.
Maybe I should have tapped yes on some of those guys at speed dating. But they were all just so… not right.
Not Carter.
Shut up, stupid brain.
I open my bedroom door and almost trip on a wrapped box sitting on the threshold.
What’s this?
I pick it up and flip over the Christmas tree-shaped tag on top.
Merry Christmas, xoxo Carter.
My heart skips a beat. Carter bought me a present. I head back into my room to sit on my bed to open it.
I can’t believe he got me something and left it at my door so it would be the first thing I saw this morning.
I’m trying not to read too much into it. We decided not to do a tree. With Michael away, it didn’t seem right to set up his family tree, and I never really liked celebrating Christmas. But my skin is vibrating in anticipation as to what Carter could have bought me.
I rip open the wrapping to reveal a metal box, red paint chipped and scorched in places, and a smoke smell that stirs my stomach. But it’s the etched word on top that has me holding my breath more than anything.
Recipes.
I try to open the lid but there’s a lock on the front, and it won’t budge. I search through the scraps of wrapping paper for the key.
There’s nothing there. Grabbing it, I run downstairs, ready to attack the lock with every tool in the shed in order to get it open, but I don’t have to. Carter is standing in the kitchen, two mugs of hot chocolate on the counter and a screwdriver in his hand.
“I didn’t want to open it without you,” he says, handing me the screwdriver. “If this doesn’t work, I have a drill we can use.”
“Do you think these are her recipes?” I ask, jabbing the end of the tool into the lock.
“I found it under the floor downstairs, so it would make sense. Old people are always hiding stuff under the floor. I have no idea why.”
“It’s not working,” I complain as the lock refuses to budge under my grip. I pass the screwdriver and box to Carter. “Can you try, please?’
He pushes the tool into the groove where the lid meets the base and twists. His muscles bulge against the thin fabric of his shirt, and I’m about to grab the list out really quick to settle the burning need to have him, when the lid springs open. Folded paper and cardboard notecards scatter across the counter, and something small clatters to the ground.
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Becca Jackson is the author of mm romance stories that deliver heart, heat, and happily ever afters for some totally adorkable and fabulous guys.
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