Lone Star Best Friend (Saddle Creek TX – The Crawfords #5) Read Online Kat Baxter

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Saddle Creek TX - The Crawfords Series by Kat Baxter
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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
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Johnny
Harper Rhodes and I were just kids when we promised to be each other’s first everything. I’m not sure if she thought I was kidding or lying. All I know is she’s left town because she thinks I got another woman pregnant. Little does she know I’ve been saving everything for her. Every kiss. Every touch. Every filthy-fueled fantasy. I’m tired of waiting. Harper belongs to me and it’s time she understood that.

Harper
When we were kids, I thought Johnny Crawford and I would be best friends forever. Then we grew up. Johnny got stupid hot and I got, well, just really stupid. As in I fell in love with him. I saved myself for him because I never could imagine anyone else touching me. Now he wants to cash in on those promises we made. Am I just practice for him until something better comes along, or has he really been saving himself just for me all this time?

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chapter one

Harper

I stare at the words on my phone until they blur, the tears gathering in my eyes making them impossible to see. But it doesn’t matter, I’ve already committed them to memory.

Rory Reynolds is expecting! The owner of the small hobby farm and traveling petting zoo has been knocked up by one of the two remaining Crawford brothers. But just who is the father-to-be? Did Rory catch the eye of the elusive playboy, Hayes, or the heart of the youngest, Johnny?

I have no one to be angry with but myself. I’m twenty-two years old and I’ve spent the better part of the last eight years being stupidly in love with my best friend, Johnny Crawford. That’s on me. I should have known better. I mean we barely made sense as friends let alone as a couple, still my stupid heart wanted what it wanted.

Is it a pathetic cliché that what my chubby, dorky heart wants is his handsome blond face? Yes. Yes it is.

In my defense (and in defense of my stupid dorky heart), I don’t just want his handsome face and hot body. Johnny is so much more than just a hot guy.

He’s a good guy. The best guy.

At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself all along.

Maybe it’s foolish to be secretly in love with your best friend, but when your best friend is as great as Johnny is, how could I help it?

Except, now I’m questioning everything. Doubting everything.

Maybe this means that Johnny isn’t the great guy I think he is.

Maybe I’ve been deluding myself all these years and he’s a jerk who sleeps with women he barely knows.

That would suck.

You know what would suck even more?

If Johnny is the great guy I think he is.

Because if I know him as well as I think I do, then he’s going to do the right thing. He’s going to step up. He’s going to marry her and make lots of stupidly beautiful babies with her.

Either way, my heart gets broken, I get left behind. Like fucking always.

Like the super mature woman I am, I scream into my pillow, then kick my heels into my mattress. A little tantrum never hurt anyone. But now I need to be done. Also, I need to get my chubby ass out of town, especially before Johnny gets into town.

Because I know he’s coming. He’s recently graduated from college and is moving back to Saddle Creek from Austin with his shiny degree. I need to figure things out before I see him again. It is time for me to get over Johnny once and for all.

It takes me only fifteen minutes to grab some stuff, then toss it in my old compact car. I turn on my angry playlist—which I’ve been listening to a lot lately—and head out of town.

My parents will be pissed, but this is the first and only time I’ve ever bailed on them. And I happen to know that Olive Herrington is coming into town and since she lived with my family for a year and worked at our ice cream shop during that time, she can help out while I’m gone. I hate leaving her since technically she’s coming to see me. But I also am not a complete fool and I know that she’s been in love with my older brother, Baker, for years.

He’s been “moving home soon” for a while now. Ever since an injury ended his professional baseball career. But I’m pretty sure I know how to get him into town quickly. So I press the call button.

“Hey big brother,” I say, careful to keep my tone even so he doesn’t hear my sadness. Thankfully, Baker is not the kind of guy who is super in touch with his own emotions, let alone anyone else’s. So if there are traces of my emotional despair lingering in my voice, he misses them. “You said to call if I ever needed you. I need you.”


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