Her Best Friend: Braxton Brothers Series Book Two

  Her Best Friend

  Braxton Brothers Series Book Two

  Anne-Marie Meyer

  Copyright © 2019 by Anne-Marie Meyer

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  To my family

  Contents

  Foreword

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One

  The roaring sound of Jonathan’s Jaguar faded into the night as he pulled into his parents’ driveway and killed the engine. After taking a deep breath, he glanced out the windshield and up at the familiar white house with red shutters and a porch that wrapped all the way around.

  Well, not much had changed here.

  And really, that was true of all of Honey Grove, SC.

  It never changed.

  Even shirtless Dan was still wandering the streets of the neighborhood. Jonathan had passed by him as he drove to his parent’s house. He was harmless, but age hadn’t done him any favors with his gut spilling over the top of his pants.

  Dan waved his walking stick as he walked behind Jonathan’s car, tapping the trunk with his hand.

  Jonathan lifted his hand and gave him a small wave.

  “Welcome home, Jonny!” Dan said in his familiar, gravely voice.

  “Yep,” Jonathan said, wincing at the nickname he’d grown up with. Then he sighed.

  Welcome home.

  He was back.

  He slipped his keys from his ignition and got out. After slamming the door, he went to the trunk and grabbed his duffel bag.

  It was going to be nice to spend a few months at home. July was his off-season, and after hanging out in Atlanta for a while with his friend Zach, Jonathan was ready to come home. Things in his life were rocky, and some familiarity would do him some good.

  He threw his keys into the air as he passed by his oldest brother’s truck. He tapped the truck’s body, excitement brewing in his stomach. It’d been a long time since he’d seen his brother Josh and his nephew, Jordan. Josh recently returned home to Honey Grove after a messy divorce that left him with nothing except his five-year-old son and a broken heart.

  Jonathan jogged up the back-porch steps and tried the door handle. To his relief, the door was open. He turned the handle and stepped into the kitchen that he’d grown up in. The familiar smell of cookies lingered in the air. Smiling, Jonathan shut the door behind him and slipped his duffel bag from his shoulder to the floor. He made his way to the Snoopy cookie jar that his mom kept on the counter. It was faded from years of use, but it was a staple in the Braxton household. If his mom ever got rid of it, she’d have a mutiny on her hands.

  The lid clinked as he returned it to the jar.

  “I should have known it was you,” Sondra Braxton said as she emerged from the hallway that fed into the kitchen. She wore a robe, and her greying black hair was pulled up into curlers. The smile on her face hadn’t changed. It was still warm and inviting and caused the sides of her eyes to crinkle.

  “Ma,” Jonathan said as he reached out his arms and engulfed her in a hug.

  She laughed as she pulled back and squeezed his biceps. “Holy cow, child of mine. These are getting a bit out of hand.”

  Jonathan dropped his arms and felt his muscles. “They are not. I work hard on these babies.”

  Sondra raised her eyebrows. “They’re almost as big as your head.”

  Jonathan shrugged as he shoved a cookie into his mouth and then grabbed six more.

  “Slow down,” his mom chided. “You’ll get sick.”

  Jonathan ignored her and made his way to the cupboard to find a cup. Then he grabbed the milk jug from the fridge and filled up his glass. After the cookies and milk were demolished, he set the glass down next to the sink, only to hear the tsking of his mom.

  “Okay, okay,” he said, as he rinsed the cup and stuck it in the dishwasher. He turned, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the counter. “Some things never change.” He gave her a wink.

  Sondra was watching him in her normal, prying-mom way. Her eyebrows were raised and her lips pursed.

  “What?” Jonathan asked. For some reason, he got the feeling that his mom already knew everything he was trying to hide.

  Sondra just shrugged. “How’s Zach?”

  Jonathan pushed his hands through his hair and shrugged. “He’s good. Engaged.”

  Sondra’s eyes widened. “Before you?”

  Realizing that he wasn’t going to get through a single conversation with his mom without her bringing up the fact that all of her children were still single, he sighed and grabbed his duffel bag. “It’s not a competition, Ma.”

  Sondra snorted and followed him up the stairs. “It’s not now. He’s got you beat. I thought you two were always competing. How can you let him win at this?”

  Jonathan let out a loud groan, hoping his mom would pick up on his tone. But from the expectant look on her face, she didn’t. Or, if she did, she didn’t care. She stepped in front of him with her arms folded.

  “I want more grandbabies,” she said, her voice low and threatening.

  Jonathan stopped and stared down at her. It was comical that she thought he would be intimidated by her when she stood barely five-foot three. But her small stature didn’t change the look in her eye, and, in that moment, he felt like a little kid staring up at his mom again.

  He’d been on the receiving end of her wrath a few times as a kid. He knew what lurked beneath her sweet smile. “You’ve got four other kids to help you with that.”

  Sondra sighed, blowing a piece of graying hair from her face. “Trust me, the next time I see them, I’m going to let them know. Josh is living in the apartment above the garage, and I’ve already got plans for him.”

  Jonathan dipped down and gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head. He needed to stop this before she could continue. “Love you, Mom, but I’m beat. Can we pick up this conversation tomorrow?”

  Sondra studied him and then nodded, reaching up to pat him on the cheek. “I only say these things because I love you. I don’t want any of my babies to be alone.”

  A strange, yet all too familiar feeling rose up in Jonathan’s throat as his mom’s words settled around him. Truth was, he’d been feeling more and more alone lately. Especially when it seemed like everyone around him had someone.

  Why couldn’t he find that one girl? The one who set his heart and soul on fire?

  Not wanting to break down in front of him mom, Jonathan just smiled and headed toward the stairs. “I’ll see you in the morning,�
�� he called over his shoulder.

  “Dad’s got things set up at the site for you. He’ll be waking you up early.”

  “Okay,” Jonathan shouted as he walked down the hallway toward his old bedroom.

  After shoving his clothes into the dresser drawers, he climbed into his bed and pulled the covers over his shoulder. He let out his breath as he sunk into the old mattress.

  It felt good to be home. He was ready for a change, and coming back to the beginning felt like the perfect place to start over.

  * * *

  “Get up.”

  Jonathan jolted up from the dead of sleep to find his dad hovering over him. Jimmy wasn’t a slight man, and, even though his skin had wrinkled more and his hair had thinned, he was still the formidable man that Jonathan remembered as a kid.

  A smile broke out over his face. “Hey, Dad,” he said.

  Jimmy grunted. “Shower and come downstairs. We don’t want to be late.”

  Jonathan yawned and pulled off the covers. With both feet firmly planted on the ground, he rubbed his face, hoping it would wake him up. “I’m up. I’ll be down in a minute.”

  After a quick shower, he dried off and dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. Once he slipped on his socks, he made his way downstairs to find his mom had made a gigantic breakfast.

  “Really, Ma? Who are you expecting this morning? An army?”

  Sondra shot him a look as she raised her spatula in the air. “Hey, sometimes old habits die hard. Besides, last time we had you in the house, you were bulking up.”

  Jimmy was sitting at the table, drinking his coffee and reading the paper. “Bulking up, woman?” he asked, peeking at Jonathan over his readers. “If Jonathan bulked up any more, he’d burst.”

  Jonathan chuckled as he filled a mug of coffee and joined his dad. Just as his butt hit the seat, Sondra appeared with a plate full of eggs, bacon, and pancakes.

  “Mom—” Jonathan started, only to have his mom shush him.

  “You need to keep up your strength. How would the team feel if you let yourself go on the off-season?” she asked as she drizzled his pancakes with syrup. Like he was a kid at risk of spilling all over the table if left to do it alone.

  “Let the boy serve himself, Sondra,” Jimmy said in his gruff voice full of affection.

  Sondra handed over a fork, completely ignoring him. “It’s fine. I’m just helping.”

  Jimmy scoffed as he turned back to his paper. “Were you just ‘helping’ Josh when you suggested that Beth nanny for him?”

  Jonathan was mid-chew when his dad’s words settled in around him. “Beth’s back?” He’d graduated high school with her and Tiffany. They’d been like the three musketeers.

  Jimmy nodded and let the corner of his newspaper fall. “Yes. But your mother’s got a plan.”

  Sondra reached over and swatted Jimmy with a hand towel. “Don’t go spoiling it now, or all my hard work will be for nothing.”

  Jimmy just chuckled as he straightened the paper and focused back on whatever article he was reading.

  “Well, I’m good, Mom. Do what you want with Josh, but I’m not really interested in finding anyone right now.”

  “I know,” Sondra sang out in her I’m listening, but not really voice.

  Jonathan decided it was better to focus on his food than to argue with his mom about his love life. Nothing good ever came of that.

  Once breakfast was finished, Jimmy announced that it was time to go. Jonathan slipped on his work boots and headed out the door behind his dad. After climbing into the truck, Jimmy pulled out of the driveway.

  The fifteen-minute drive to Braxton Construction brought back so many memories. Honey Grove was starting to update the city, but it was slow going, which Jonathan was almost grateful for. It was nice to know that he could come back to his childhood town and everything would basically be the same.

  Jimmy pulled into the gravel parking lot of their building and killed the engine. Jonathan noticed that Josh’s truck was parked on the far end of the lot. He pulled open his door and climbed out. He was excited to see his brother again. It had really been too long since they last spoke.

  Jonathan followed after his dad as they walked to the front door of their building. Cool air hit Jonathan as he entered.

  A very familiar squeal sounded from the front desk, and Tiffany appeared right in front of him. She wrapped her arms around him and leapt up, knowing he’d catch her.

  “You’re finally back,” she exclaimed—right in his ear.

  Jonathan pulled her into a huge bear hug and spun her around. Then he set her down and stuck his finger in his ear as he winced. “Geez, Tiff. Trying to deafen me?”

  Tiffany giggled as she swatted his arm. “It was not that loud.” Then her expression stilled. “I can’t believe you’re back.”

  Jonathan shoved his hands into his front pockets and shrugged. “It was about time.”

  Her dark brown eyes danced with enthusiasm as she nodded. “Yeah, it was. It’s been too long since I last saw you. It’s hard to be Leia when I don’t have my Luke.”

  Jonathan winced. They’d been obsessed with Star Wars growing up. “Don’t remind me,” he said.

  Tiffany’s face fell. “Wait a minute. You’re telling me that I bought these for nothing?” She disappeared behind her desk and emerged with two lightsabers.

  “Oh, man. Seriously?” Jonathan held out his hand for the blue one. “Well, it wasn’t a total mistake,” he said as he steadied his stance.

  “It’s on.” Tiffany lunged forward and began to make the humming sound from the movies.

  It wasn’t until Jonathan had Tiffany pinned against the wall that Josh came walking out of Jimmy’s office. His eyebrows rose as his gaze landed on them.

  “Fighting again?” Josh asked, distracting Jonathan from his victory and allowing Tiffany to slip through his grasp and stab the lightsaber into his back.

  “You’re dead,” Tiffany called out.

  Jonathan made some dying noises as he collapsed on the ground. “You distracted me,” he said, shooting a fake angry look at Josh.

  Josh just shook his head. “You two are dorks.”

  Jonathan popped up and rushed over to his brother to give him a hug. After they embraced, Josh pulled back and tousled Jonathan’s hair.

  “Even though you’re built like a tank now, it doesn’t mean that I can’t whip your butt.”

  Jonathan chuckled. “I’d like to see you try.”

  Josh flexed his muscles and then shook his head. “I would, but I don’t think that the Steeler’s want their star player getting schooled by his older brother.” Josh reached out and patted Jonathan’s shoulder. “It’s for your dignity, man.”

  Jonathan shook his head as Josh said goodbye to Tiffany and headed out the door. Jimmy emerged from his office with keys to a company truck and a list of things that Jonathan needed to do. After giving him a few brief instructions, Jimmy left to head to the Young remodel, leaving Jonathan and Tiffany alone.

  Jonathan glanced over at Tiffany, who had settled into her chair behind the desk. Her hair was longer now, falling in thick curls down her back. She tucked a strand behind her ear as she stared at the computer screen in front of her.

  Being around Tiffany calmed him. Even though he wasn’t sure where his life was going, seeing her settled him down. She made it seem okay that his future was a dark room with no lights. Or the fact that he had no answers to the questions plaguing his mind. A smile played on his lips.

  Tiffany must have noticed because she glanced up and her cheeks flushed. “What are you staring at?” she asked as she rubbed her nose.

  Jonathan shrugged. “Nothing. It’s just good to be home.”

  Tiffany leaned forward on her elbows and nodded. “It’s good to have you back.” Her smile was genuine and familiar.

  Feeling a little ridiculous just standing there and expressing his feeling to her, Jonathan lifted the to-do list and tapped it. “I should get started on this, or D
ad will have my head.”

  Tiffany nodded as she began clicking keys on the keyboard again. “Meet me at the Tavern tonight? I’m sure Sean will want to say hi.”

  Jonathan was on his way to the door but stopped when he heard Sean’s name. “You’re dating that tool again? How many guys does that make for you? Fifteen?”

  Tiffany’s fingers stopped moving, and her once warm gaze had turned stormy. “It has not been that many guys, And, besides, Sean is not a tool. Don’t tell me that you’re still holding a grudge. That was years ago.”

  Jonathan cleared his throat as frustration rose up inside of him. “He almost broke my leg, Tiff. It would have ruined my career.” Why was she defending a guy she just started seeing? He had years as Tiffany’s friend, she should be loyal to him, not guy number 15.

  Tiffany was leaning back in her chair with her arms folded. “But he didn’t, and now you’re the star football player and he’s not.” She leaned forward with a begging hint to her gaze. “Can you just move on? Please? For me?”

  Jonathan studied her and then sighed. “Fine. I promise to be pleasant.”

  Tiffany nodded as her smile returned. “Thank you. I don’t want to have to pick between my best friend and boyfriend, so if you two could just get along, that would make my life so much easier.”

  Jonathan dipped into a low bow. “Anything for Princess Leia,” he said and then straightened, giving her a wink.

  Tiffany sat straighter as she nodded, a sudden royal air about her. “You are dismissed, my loyal subject.”

  Jonathan smiled as he pulled open the door and stepped out into the hot South Carolina air. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said as he pulled the door closed and headed out to the truck.