In This New Story, A Guy Falls For His Best Friend While Helping Her Flirt With Another Man And Their Journey To Love Is Hilarious
A match made in rom-com heaven.
One of the reasons I love movies like When Harry Met Sally and 13 Going on 30 is because they're about friends falling in love.
Read an exclusive excerpt of Hook, Line, and Sinker below!!
Hannah tore her wistful eyes off the man she’d been crushing on for two years, and saw Fox crossing the parking lot in their direction, his striking face a mask of alarm. “Hannah?”
Her mind made a scratchy humming sound, like the one a record makes in between songs. Probably because she’d communicated with this man every day for six—no, nearly seven—months now, but never heard his voice. Perhaps because his identity had been whittled down to words on a screen, she’d forgotten that he commanded attention like a grand finale of fireworks in the night sky.
Without turning around, she knew every straight woman had her face pressed up against the windows of the bus, watching the maestro of feminine wetness cross the road, his dark blond hair blowing around in the wind, the lower half of his face covered in unruly, unshaped stubble, darker than the hair on his head. With that pretty-boy face, he really should have been soft. Used to getting his way. Maybe, possibly even short. God, if you’re listening? But instead he looked like a troublemaker angel that got booted out of heaven, all tall and well-built and resilient and capable-looking. On top of everything else, he had to have the most dangerous job in the United States, the knowledge of fear and nature and consequences in his sea-blue eyes.
The relief of seeing Fox practically bowled her over, and she started to call out a greeting, until she realized the fisherman’s gravitational-pull eyes were honing in on Sergei, setting off a tectonic shift of plates in his cheeks.
“What happened to her?” Fox barked, bringing everything back to regular speed. Wait. When did her surroundings go into slow motion to begin with?
“I just fell on the bus,” Hannah explained, prodding her bumped head and wincing. Great, she’d split her skin slightly as well.
“Come on,” Fox said, still bird-dogging Sergei. “I’ll patch you up.”
She was about to raise a skeptical brow and ask to see his medical degree, but then she remembered a story Piper told her. Fox had once given Brendan makeshift stitches for a bleeding forehead wound. All while keeping his balance during a hurricane. Such was the life of a king crab fisherman. Couldn’t he just be super short? Was that so much to ask?
“I’m fine,” she said, patting Sergei’s arm, letting him know she was okay to stand on her own. “Unless you have a cure for pride in your first-aid kit?”
Fox licked the seam of his lips, brows still drawn, and his attention slid back toward the director.