Pushing the Boundaries (Picking up the Pieces #3) Read Online Free PDF

face on. “People don’t get married and stay married just because they have fun together. We have to be adults about this. We need to talk to Ben and get this annulled. Hell, we’d probably end up killing each other if you lived here long-term.”
    Uh-oh. She wasn’t going to be happy about what I said next. “Uh, I kinda already gave up my apartment, Liz.”
    She wanted to be difficult, fine. I still had a few tricks up my sleeve. This marriage was nowhere near over.

“He did what ?”
    The throbbing behind my eyeballs wasn’t getting any better. I’d woken up with a killer wine-induced headache I just couldn’t seem to shake. When I stumbled into my kitchen for some ibuprofen this morning, the last thing I expected to find was Trevor, in nothing but a pair of tight grey boxer briefs, making breakfast.
    My jaw instantly dropped to the floor at the sight of all that naked, toned-as-hell flesh, and my mind went to a place it should never, ever go when it comes to Trevor Devareau.
    Nope, there was no way my girly parts got all tingly at the sight of his bulging muscles and deliciously-inked arms and torso. And I most certainly did not imagine what it would feel like to wrap myself around all that perfection and climb him like a tree. Nuh uh, no way.
    “He moved in,” I repeated my earlier statement to my girlfriends as we crowded around a table at Virgie May’s. After having some very inappropriate thoughts about my best friend, I quickly proceeded to freak out, thus leading to a mad dash to get dressed and a frantic text to all my girls for an impromptu meeting at the diner. I needed help getting my head straight. And fast.
    “Without your permission?” Savannah clarified.
    “Without me even knowing it was happening. I just got home from work and there he was.”
    “Wow,” Emmy said with a chuckle. “Gotta hand it to the dude, he’s got some brass ones to pull off a stunt like that.”
    “Don’t sound so shocked,” I told her before making eye contact with each of my girls, making sure Savannah, Emmy, Stacia, and Mickey all got that I was talking to each of them. “Your guys are the ones who helped move him!”
    “Oh, hell no! I’m kicking Luke’s ass when he gets home tonight!” Emmy declared, and I saw the other girls’ eyes light with the same thought. Good, it would serve those assholes right for helping Trevor move his junk into my pretty house.
    Leaning against the back of the chair, I dropped my head back and rubbed my eyes. The whole elopement was stressful enough without my new roommate/husband pushing me to stay married because we had “fun” together. The fact that I couldn’t get him standing practically naked in my kitchen out of my head was only adding to the heaping pile of tension I was currently carrying on my shoulders. Yes, I’d always been attracted to Trevor, especially when he first moved to Cloverleaf. But after becoming such close friends with him, I’d successfully managed to push all of those feelings to the back of my mind. Now they were bubbling back up to the surface, making my clusterfuck of a life that much more complicated.
    This was not good. And the fact that I couldn’t confide in my friends about it made my already-throbbing head feel like it was going to pop. They’d been all for my and Trevor’s marriage. Knowing I was battling my attraction to him would just fuel their fire. I had no doubt they’d be picking out baby names for our kids if they caught on.
    “So, what are you going to do?” Stacia asked.
    Lifting my head with a tired groan, I shrugged in defeat. “I don’t have a damn clue. He already gave up his apartment, so it’s not like he has anywhere else to go. Unless,” I said, looking at Emmy with pleading eyes. “You’d be willing to let him crash with you and Luke. He is Luke’s best friend, after all.”
    “Don’t you use those puppy dog eyes with me,” she scolded when I batted my eyelashes. “That shit won’t work. I’m