Series: Friendship Texas #4
Release Date: February 21st, 2017
Genre: Comedy, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
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Remember Sofie and Johnny?
How can you forget Lia's best friend from Edge of Glory or the goofy swimmer Johnny?
If you've read the F*cking Awkward Holiday anthology you also got a little bit more of this fun couple and some naughty against a goat pen.
What happens when two people bump uglies and maybe don't always use protection?
They create future Olympians. That's what happens.
First Excerpt for Part of Me
This hasn't been fully edited and is subject to change, but I thought you all should get the first look at a teaser for Johnny and Sofie! Enjoy!
“So if it’s not a real date, can we still get shit faced on happy hour margaritas and make-out in my car after?” Johnny asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Uh…” I racked my brain for an answer to that one. Getting drunk and making out with Johnny did sound tempting, but there was the whole fetal alcohol syndrome thing.
“I’m not twenty-one, yet. I will be in April,” I blurted. That was a good enough excuse; even though we were both pretty lit the night baby swimmer was conceived. Or hungover the morning after. One of the two.
“I bet if I smile enough at the waitress she’ll give us a pitcher and two glasses and not question it,” Johnny said with a wink.
Before I could respond a dark haired waitress came to the table, smiling way too brightly for someone that smelled like refried beans. “Hey, y’all, is this all of you or do you need a few minutes to wait for the rest of your party?”
“Nope, just us. Would you be able to set us up with a pitcher of your margaritas? On the rocks?” Johnny asked, staring up at the waitress with a megawatt smile before he looked at me.
“Is on the rocks okay, babe? Or did you want frozen or a flavor?”
I widened my eyes, blinking slowly before responding. “Uh, whatever you want. I won’t be having any.”
Johnny smirked then looked at the waitress. “Better make it frozen and strawberry.”
The waitress looked between the two of us then wrote something down on her pad. “Okay, I’ll have those right up while you two look over the menu.”
Johnny held up his menu. “See? You had nothing to worry about. Now I’ve been looking at this thing while stuffing my face with chips and queso. I’m thinking we get an appetizer plate and maybe some fajitas. And I may get myself a burrito. Shit, practice was rough today. I haven’t eaten since likeand I really need some carbs.”
“Um. Wow. That’s a lot of food,” I said, perusing the menu, thinking of something to eat that I wouldn’t possibly upchuck later. I was close to my second trimester and the internet seemed to think my morning sickness would subside by then. Which was stupid anyway because morning sickness was pretty much all day sickness.
“Sorry. You can order whatever you want. I was just talking out loud,” Johnny said sincerely.
“Okay,” I said, still staring at the menu. Maybe I could order some hot buns and say ‘surprise, there is one of these in my oven!’.
Johnny’s hand appeared on the top of my menu, pushing it down until I was forced to look into his green eyes. “Is everything really okay? You’re the one who asked me to meet you here and you’re acting like you can’t stand the sight of me. Is it because of what happened the other night? Am I gross? Is it the clothes? I can go to the store and buy something nicer if that’s it.”
I shook my head. “No. Your clothes are fine.”
“Then what? What’s bothering you, Sofie? On New Year’s Eve you told me you wanted something more between us, and I said we could take it slow. Then I thought we’d do that whole dating thing and you’d come by my apartment. But you haven’t talked to me since you ran sick out of my apartment and then I get a random text. I’m getting a lot of mixed signals here.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but the waitress appeared with a pitcher and two glasses, setting one in front of each of us and two straws. “Now did you two have a chance to look over the menu, or did you need a few minutes?”
“Just a few more minutes, ma’am,” Johnny said, not even looking at the waitress, his eyes trained on me.
I sucked in a deep breath as the waitress smirked and walked away.
“Sofie. Come on, you can tell me what’s up,” Johnny said, pouring himself a glass then taking mine and pouring it to the top, putting it back in front of me.
“I don’t want to drink, Johnny,” I muttered.
“Why not? Starting to have second thoughts? Don’t want to let yourself go and have another session against the goat pen?” Johnny asked, wiggling his eyebrows and unwrapping his straw.
“I can’t drink because I’m pregnant,” I blurted.
Johnny stopped, mid opening his straw, letting it hang in the air as the paper fell to the table. He blinked once then twice before he opened and closed his mouth. “What?”
I sighed. “I’m pregnant. Okay? I thought I was just sick at your apartment then I went to the doctor at school and they did a pregnancy test and had to refer me to an OB in town who confirmed it. I’m due in September.”
“Are you sure…?” he asked, still holding the straw in mid-air.
“Sure that I’m pregnant or sure that it’s yours? Because I haven’t been with anyone else in a very long time and we weren’t exactly good about protecting. So, yes, I’m sure. And if you want to ask any other questions, I really don’t have the answers. I just know that there’s a bun in my oven and no one else but you and I and the doctors know. Not Lia. Not my dad. No one.”
“Shit…I should have pulled out, but your Dad came home and I was so close and it was too late…Shit…” He ran his hands over his face and stared into the bowl of chips like it had all of the answers in the world.
Then we sat silently for a few minutes before he finally stopped staring and his eyes were on me again. “So…what do you want to do?”
I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean what do I want to do?”
“I mean; do you want to get married? Cuz I’ll propose right now. Fuck dating and take it slow, let’s do this,” he said, taking his straw wrapper and twisting it into a bow before holding it out to me.
I shook my head. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean we need to get married. We barely know each other.”
“Yeah, but we’re having a kid, I mean at least I think we are. I’m all for women having a choice and all, but if there is another option you’re thinking of, I’d like to know that too.”
I sighed. “I don’t think I can do that other choice. I heard the baby’s heartbeat the other day and well…there is a person in me. A person with a heartbeat.”
Johnny put his hand on mine. “Tell me what you want me to do and we’ll figure it out together.”
I looked up meeting his eyes full of concern, something I never expected. “I don’t know what I want,” I managed to squeak out.
I was never a crier, but now with the extra hormones I felt like I could cry at the drop of my hat and that’s the last thing I wanted to do in a restaurant with a hot swimmer staring at me.
“Wanna get out of here and go somewhere more private?” he asked.
“But aren’t you hungry?” I asked.
He smiled and pulled out his wallet, setting a few bills on the table. “I can go through a drive-thru, come on.”
Johnny stood up and offered me his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
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