Snow Balled – Roommates Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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“Her men?” Tristan asked, but I didn’t answer as my excitement grew.

“They were going to take me out for a night on the town at this little bar they love. I packed an entire outfit just for that night out. I knew I wouldn’t need it while I was at the cabin, so it wasn’t even in my bedroom. I never even opened it.”

“That was a pretty lucky break,” Tristan observed.

“It was.” I stood up, a huge smile on my face. “And I’m so glad I’m not going to have to wear ill-fitted sweats for our date tonight.”

“Care to give us a preview?” Carter asked.

I laughed as I picked up the heavy little suitcase. “God, no. I want it to be a surprise.”

“I have a feeling it’s going to be a great surprise,” Drew said, his dark eyes gleaming.

I walked over and ran my fingers through his hair. It was sticking up in all directions from the stocking cap he’d worn outside. “I’ll make sure of it.” I fisted his hair and pulled until his head tilted back and our eyes met. “But if you’d fallen and broken your neck, I would’ve killed you.”

“Fair enough,” he said.

Letting him go, I straightened up. “Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I’ve got some unpacking to do.”

21

TRISTAN

“How do I look?” Drew asked as he edged me aside and peered in the mirror of my bedroom. We’d been banished upstairs so that Sierra could make use of both her room and the bathroom to get ready. Only Carter was allowed downstairs, since he was cooking, but she’d made him promise not to look out in the living room. If she’d had notary equipment, she probably would’ve drawn up paperwork for him to sign.

“You look fine.”

“Really?” He messed with his hair, which seemed pointless because it always looked the same no matter what he did.

“To be honest, you’re not my type.” I looked at his expression in the mirror and determined that he wasn’t in a joking mood. And here I thought women were the ones who got nervous before a date. “Sorry.”

Drew studied his reflection. He had on a crisp white dress shirt and an actual tie. I’d only seen him wear it once since we’d gotten here, for a video call with our investors. “I look like a Mormon missionary,” he said bitterly.

I bit back a laugh. “No, you don’t. But let me fix your tie.”

He turned, and I tried to adjust it, but he’d done something funny to it. In the end, I pulled it off, completely undid it, and then tied it around my own neck. It was the only way I could tie one correctly.

“Thanks,” he said as I slipped it over his head and adjusted both the knot and his collar. “Hey, you didn’t shave.”

“I trimmed my beard. Besides, Sierra likes my stubble.” She certainly hadn’t minded when I’d kissed her.

“She does?” Drew ran his hand over his clean-shaven jaw. “Maybe I shouldn’t have shaved. Do I look too young with it gone?”

The honest answer was yes, but I just shook my head. Though Drew looked like a young pup, he was only a few years older than Sierra. For all I knew, she thought he was the perfect age and that Carter and I were too old for her.

Drew put one hand to the knot of the tie to adjust it, but I slapped his hand away. “Just leave it be.”

“Okay. You look nice, too.”

Jesus, somebody needed to get this guy a drink, pronto. He was a ball of nerves—but I couldn’t argue with his assessment. I had on a button-down stone-blue shirt that I’d been told brought out the color of my eyes. My jeans were the black, and they were the best ones I had with me. Let’s just say that they were by no means baggy on me.

Drew sat on the side of the bed, nervously smoothing out his tan slacks. “What’s taking her so long?”

“She’s a woman getting ready for a date. This is what they do.” I had no doubt that Sierra would look lovely, she always did, but I wondered how she was managing without any assistance from the makeup department or wardrobe. It was hard to believe she could replace all that with whatever was in her little suitcase.

I leaned against a dresser as we waited. Drew’s foot tapped nervously against the floor, making the whole bed shake. He looked like a little kid waiting to go to a birthday party. And if he were a little kid, I supposed that kind of made me the dad.

So maybe it was time for a little fatherly advice. “You know, Sierra may be opening up to us, but she’s still a very shy young woman. She definitely hasn’t had really great experiences with men in the past.”



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