The Accidental Boyfriend

What do you do when Mr. Right seems oh-so-wrong?

Holly Sinclair is ready to have it all. She’s even found her Mr. Right—a steady, reliable guy who just needs a little convincing. Now all the former wild child has to do is free herself of her very inconvenient attraction to Jack Everett. Not only does the notorious playboy and tabloid king seduce her at her sister’s wedding, he follows her to Paris! Suddenly, Holly is alone with Jack in the most romantic city in the world—and his family is leaping to the wrong conclusions…

The world’s most infamous bachelor has finally met his match. If Jack was the type to settle down, Holly would be the woman of his dreams. There’s just one hitch: Holly actually believes she wants to marry Mr. Oh-So-Boring. Intent on proving that she deserves someone better, Jack finds himself playing the role of the perfect boyfriend…a little too well. If he’s not careful, he might just lose this game—and his heart.

THE ACCIDENTAL BOYFRIEND

A Chance Romance

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Maggie Dallen

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Crayon drawings covered every inch of Holly’s classroom walls. They needed to be taken down, but instead Holly sat cross-legged atop her desk, surveying the mess her second-graders had left behind.

Summer vacation technically started twenty minutes ago but she still had hours of cleanup and paperwork ahead of her before she was done for the school year. Picking up the stack of cards her students had given her as they filed out, Holly sifted through them with teary eyes. She stopped when she came to a hot pink card with a picture of Cinderella and Prince Charming on the cover.

One of her students had drawn an arrow to Cinderella and in big block letters wrote “Miss Holly” underneath. Holly’s laugh sounded loud in the empty classroom. She had come to loathe the word “princess”, thanks to the girls in her class with their rabid obsession for all things Disney, but
this
...this was adorable.

And so very fitting.
Clapping a hand over her mouth, Holly smothered a near-hysterical giggle. It was true, for one night she had actually thought of herself as Cinderella.

Her breathing slowed as the memory of that night came back in vivid Technicolor. Her very own Prince Charming held her in his arms beneath the twinkling lights and twirled her in time with the music on the Italian veranda. The crowd was a blur to her because she only had eyes for one man, the man she’d had a crush on for years—Jack Everett.

“Do you need a hand in here?”

Holly came crashing back to the present as Donna, the grade school principal poked her head into her classroom.

“What? Oh, no. I got it, thanks.” She scrambled off her desk and started to take down the giant panda bear poster that hung next to the chalkboard. It was the one poster she brought with her from school to school as she traveled and she’d hung it here earlier in the year when she’d taken over as a long-term substitute when old Mrs. Ferndale had been hospitalized with pneumonia.

“I’m glad I caught you,” Donna said. She walked into the room and perched on the corner of one of the student’s desks. A tall, heavyset woman, Donna dwarfed the small piece of furniture and made the warm, cozy classroom feel ten times smaller. “I heard from Mrs. Ferndale this morning and she’s decided that she won’t be coming back in the fall. She’s opted to retire as I suspected she would.”

Holly froze, her fingers clenching the poster so tightly that it ripped. Slowly she turned to face the other woman. She knew where this was going. This was what she had been hoping for since she moved back to her hometown of Oakdale, Ohio.

This was what she wanted. She should be excited. So why was there a cold pit in her stomach? Sliding into the chair behind the desk, she placed her hands on her knees to keep from fidgeting. She smiled at Donna with wide eyes, hoping she conveyed excited anticipation—although she had a funny feeling she just looked deranged if Donna’s flinch was anything to go by.

“Oh really?” Holly said. Her voice came out slightly breathless.

Donna paused for a moment, seemingly weighing her words. “The students and their parents absolutely love you, Holly, and I know you’ve expressed interest in settling down here in Oakdale.”

She paused, giving Holly room to respond. Holly just nodded; she didn’t trust herself to speak. It was true. She’d decided to give up travel and adventure to return to her hometown in Ohio and have the life she wanted. Have the
family
she wanted.

“If you’re interested,” Donna said, a slow smile spreading across her face, “We would love to make your role here permanent.”

Holly gasped as though surprised—as if this wasn’t a possibility they’d been talking about at great length for the past few months. But now that it was here…she broke into a cold sweat but forced a smile to match the principal’s. Of course she was nervous. Major life changes were scary. “Oh, Donna, thank you,” she gushed.

Donna’s smile grew as she waited for Holly to say the words that would make it official. Holly took a deep breath and opened her mouth to accept and instead she heard her voice say, “I need to think about it.”

The words stunned Holly almost as much as they did Donna, who was blinking at her as though she couldn’t comprehend the statement. After a moment though, she resumed her composure. “Of course, it’s a big step. No one would expect you to make a hasty decision.”

Holly latched onto that excuse. “Exactly. I’m not the type to act impulsively.”
Liar.
“I’d really like talk it over with my family. And Benjamin, of course.”

“Of course.” Donna gave her a knowing look. “How are things with Benjamin?” She and Holly had become friendly since Holly joined the school and she was well aware of Holly’s feeling for her longtime best friend. Donna was the only person she’d told who hadn’t tried to talk her out of her quest to win back her high school sweetheart.

“Good,” Holly said with a bit more enthusiasm than necessary. “Great, just great.” Apparently the lies were pouring out of her mouth today.

“So he wasn’t upset about the picture?”

Holly’s smile froze in place. The picture. It had been more than a month since her sister’s wedding, yet the local newspaper was still printing pictures of the big event. To be fair, a hometown girl marrying a billionaire in a lavish wedding in Tuscany was a tad more interesting to readers than the library’s latest fundraiser. But still. Let it go already, people.

Unfortunately, one of the pictures that her mother had kindly sent to the newspaper featured Holly dancing with Jack, the world-famous tech genius. They were gazing at each other in a way that may have led some viewers to the wrong conclusion. Like that they were in love or something. Which couldn’t be further from the truth. She was pretty sure Jack hated her after the way that night ended—if he hadn’t already forgotten about her.

She had been making such progress with Benjamin when that stupid picture was printed. “No,” she said, trying not to sound as bummed as she felt. “He wasn’t upset at all.”

Sadly that was the truth. She hadn’t expected him to be angry—it’s not like they were dating—but she had hoped he’d be a tad bit jealous. Or a whole lot jealous.

Before she’d left for the wedding, she’d made it clear that she wanted to take their relationship to the next level but Benjamin was worried that dating would ruin their friendship. And he still wasn’t convinced that settling down in Oakdale was what Holly really wanted. As if moving back home and taking a teaching job at her old school wasn’t evidence enough that she was serious about changing her ways.

That picture popping up in the paper certainly hadn’t helped her cause.

Donna was giving her an annoyingly sympathetic look so Holly amped up the smile. “Besides, Paula Dunhop’s annual Oakdale Charity Ball is coming up this weekend so I imagine my silly picture will no longer be making the news.”

Donna’s eyes widened in surprise and then she cringed. “Actually . . . that’s not the picture I was referring to.”

Holly’s whole body stiffened. “What? What other picture is there?”

Donna was already digging through her gigantic purse. She brandished an issue of
People
magazine with a flourish and handed it to Holly. “Page thirteen.”

As Holly flipped to the page, her stomach plummeted. What if someone had someone caught their—

“That certainly looks like a kiss to me,” Donna said.

Holly couldn’t look up at her co-worker, she was hypnotized by the image in front of her. Jack’s tuxedo jacket was draped around her shoulders and she was tucked against his side. He was leaning in and she was gazing up. They weren’t actually kissing but it was clear what was about to happen seconds after the shot was captured.

Holly’s mind was racing and, if she was being honest with herself, so was her pulse. Jack looked good. No, he looked amazing. Just looking at the picture, she was transported back to that moment—that magical, fairytale evening, which was rapidly becoming a nightmare that would not end.

She’d been trying to forget that night for an entire month. Thirty days of trying not to think about Jack, or that kiss…or what happened after that kiss. It was like not thinking of a pink elephant once someone has told you not to. Impossible. But maybe, just maybe, she would be able to forget the playboy hottie if everyone would stop constantly reminding her of that night!

But nooooo
. First her hometown paper and now this. She slammed the offensive magazine closed and took a deep breath. What had they been talking about? Oh yes, Benjamin.

Oh no, Benjamin
.

Her chest tightened and she forced herself to take a deep breath. What were the odds that he had seen the magazine? Slim to none. If there was ever a man who did not follow pop culture gossip, it was Benjamin. Although…he did have two sisters who loved gossip more than life itself. And he lived in a town that was obsessed with all things Jack Everett and the Sinclair sisters. Oh crap, if he hadn’t seen it already it was just a matter of time before he did.