Synopsis: How far will one man go for the woman he’s loved since high school?Jamie Kingston has been Brynn Chandler’s best friend since middle school. Only once was their friendship tested—when Brynn gave Jamie a single kiss. Since then, they’ve had an unspoken agreement never to cross that line again, and she’s ready to let go of the past and move on. But Jamie has loved Brynn for as long as he can remember, and now that he’s ready to tell her, she has her sights set on someone else. Knowing this is his last chance, he asks Brynn to go on a two-week road trip. But their time alone brings old hurts to the surface, and Brynn has to decide if the one that got away lies at the end of the journey or if he’s been by her side all along.
Everyone knows I am a sucker for best friends to lovers books. It’s my weakness, my kryptonite but it’s also a genre I read a lot. So let me tell you, I am a pretty picky woman when I read my favorite trope. I can happily say AJ Pine just wrote a friends to lovers story that you don’t want to miss! In Pine’s version on this classic story line, she takes you on a roadtrip adventure where friendship lines are blurred, messy, but completely riddled with all those wonderful feels and emotions you would expect from an incredible love story.
Some love stories are quick, fast, and burn out just like the flame on a match. While others have messy stories, bad timing, and all that angst building up over time and erupting into one passionate story. Brynn and Jamie’s story is definitely the latter. Having loved each other in some way since becoming friends in middle school, Brynn and Jamie have always been a part of each others lives always tip toeing that invisible line between friends, plus one’s and so much more, never wanting the same thing at the same time. It isn’t until they take a roadtrip of a lifetime together that these two best friends give thought or two about a second chance at what if. One wedding and a hell of a Texas rainstorm later, these two finally act on all that built up angst from the last ten years. But the real question is can they survive it or will they both once again chicken out on what could be the love of a lifetime?
The words I express will never do this book enough justice. If there was a word for more than love that is exactly what I would use to describe my feelings towards Pine’s book. It is light hearted, funny, sweet, romantic and heart capturing. This book made me laugh, cry, swoon, and clap with glee. Pine did an amazing job at bringing the honesty and emotion to the forefront of these characters. Their hearts were on the line right along with mine and I loved every single moment of it. If you want a book that captures every single thing you look for in a great romance then, I can tell you with no doubts that you’ll absolutely love this book. AJ Pine has definitely set a new high standard for me when reading a best friends to lovers story. Once again, I fell hook, line and sinker!
“Looking for something?” he asked. The rest of the party’s attention had gone back to the bride and groom who were getting ready to cut their cake, and Jamie and Brynn had a rare moment of privacy at a table full of strangers.
“My…” But then she saw his hand, palm up on the table, her lime wedge resting in it. He raised his arm and changed his grip so he was pinching the fruit between his thumb and forefinger, and he reached it toward her mouth.
Her teeth pierced the lime’s flesh, and then she sucked. Jamie’s finger rested on the corner of her mouth, and on the other side, his thumb. She could almost taste his skin if not for the sweet bitterness of the lime. Before he lingered at her lips too long—and really any amount of time was too long—she gripped his wrist and pushed it away as she released his offering from her lips.
“Foggy,” she said, and Jamie’s brow furrowed. “S’foggy in my head,” she explained and hoped he’d be able to translate whatever she was thinking into something that made sense. “You gonna drink that?” she asked, and reached for the full shot sitting on the table in front of him.
With blinding speed he downed the shot himself—completely ignoring the lime.
“You, Sleepy B, have had enough.”
“Jean,” she said.
She shook her head. “I’m not Sleepy B, silly.”
Jamie chuckled. “I’m sleepy,” he said, his voice soft and warm, like Brynn could snuggle into it.
“Mmmm…” she said. “I wanna snuggle with your voice.”
“You’re hammered,” he said, laughing again.
“You’re screwed,” Brynn countered, and then she laughed so hard she snorted. “Do you get it? Hammered and screwed? Now someone just needs to get nailed.”
More snorting ensued as Jamie’s eyes widened. She was hammered. Plastered. Screwed. Nailed. All of it—three sheets to the wind plus a pillowcase and maybe a duvet. She knew because even with her glasses on, Jamie was fuzzy around the edges. She knew because she didn’t normally say things about snuggling with his voice, and she certainly didn’t have a habit of sucking fruit from between his fingers and wanting to devour him in the process.
So this was how it was going to be from here on out? Alcohol working as some sort of truth serum? Well, she was going to do something about that, and by something she apparently meant vomiting out more truth.
“James?” she asked, doing her best to fake composure. Because this was important.
“Sleepy Jean.” He nodded, seeming proud of his ability to overcome his own tipsiness to call her by the correct nickname.
“I think you should know that, mostly against my will, there were a couple of times in the past two days when I maybe, kind of, probably thought you were sexy.”
Good Lord. She was Mr. freaking Darcy.