Don’t Fall for Your Ex-Boyfriend’s Brother (Magnolia Ridge #5) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Magnolia Ridge Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
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“Millie, I really like you, and I’m not like that.” Violet’s voice is firm, reassuring. She leans forward, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes me believe her every word. “I value friendship above all else. I would never betray your trust. What you tell me in confidence goes to the grave with me.” Her eyes shine with sincerity, and I feel the tension in my chest ease just a bit.

I let out a deep breath, feeling some of the weight lift off my shoulders.

“Honestly, any man who writes about feelings is a keeper in my book,” Violet continues, her voice taking on a lighter tone. There’s a hint of a smile on her lips now, softening the serious expression she usually wears. “He has to be attracted to you somewhat to fool around with you.”

“Yeah, but you know how guys are,” I say, my voice laced with a hint of cynicism. “They can fool around with women and not catch feelings.” The thought hangs in the air between us, the reality of it a cold comfort.

Violet nods, her expression turning thoughtful again. “It’s why I’m single and plan on remaining that way for the rest of my life,” she says with a wry smile, though there’s a trace of sadness in her eyes. She’s beautiful—her long red hair cascades down her back in fiery waves, and her amber eyes sparkle with intelligence and warmth. A few freckles dot her nose, giving her an almost ethereal quality, like something out of an old painting.

But there’s nothing delicate about Violet. She works hard on this farm, and it shows in the strength of her body, in the way her muscles move under her sun-kissed skin. She’s fit and strong, a woman who can handle herself and anything that comes her way. Just looking at her reminds me that I should probably get back to the gym.

It’s a pity she doesn’t want to ever find love. I feel like I romanticize romance a bit too much, wanting to hold out for some grand love.

Maybe it doesn’t exist.

Maybe Violet’s right and men are a myth. Well, the type of man I want is a myth.

Can a man really be like a book boyfriend?

My head’s a mess and I smile at Violet. “Let’s ride horses,” I say, wanting to change the subject.

Violet laughs. “Honestly, I think you should go out with Oliver to see what Tripp does. If he really doesn’t care, then oh well, at least now you know. Plus, free meal.”

I laugh alongside her. “Very true.” I pull out my phone, sending off a quick text to Oliver, letting him know I’d love to go to dinner.

He answers back quickly with a, ‘pick you up at seven tomorrow night?”

I agree, and it’s settled.

I hope I didn’t make a mistake.

I definitely made a mistake. After reading the first few lines of Tripp’s chapters, I’ve been a mess about my impending date with Oliver.

I reread the lines Tripp wrote:

When I look at you, I see everything I never knew I needed. You make the world feel brighter, lighter, like maybe there’s more good in it than I ever believed. Loving you isn’t just a choice—it’s the only thing that makes sense in a life that’s been full of chaos. You’re the calm in my storm, the light in my darkness, and I’m not letting go of that. Of you. Not now, not ever.

It nearly brings tears to my eyes. What I wouldn't give to have somebody write these words about me. What does Tripp think about when he writes these words? Do they just come from a place of nowhere?

Has he ever even been in love?

These are questions I’ll never get the answer to.

I turn off my reading device, and smear some lip gloss across my lips. I fluff my blonde hair in my mirror, trying my best to look great for my date.

I haven’t been on a date in ages, and honestly took way longer than I’d like to admit trying to choose an outfit.

I landed on a red sundress with brown wedges. The look is beachy with a hint of subtle class. At least I hope Oliver likes it.

For a brief second as I close my eyes, I picture Tripp at my door instead of Oliver. My mood sours at the thought.

However, I hold my head up high and grab my brown crossbody purse.

There’s a knock at the door just as I’m stepping out of my bedroom, the sound perfectly timed with my exit. Wow, right on time. My heart skips a beat, anticipation thrumming through me as I smooth down the front of my dress.

I open the door, and there stands Oliver. “I like a punctual man,” I tease, my lips curving into a grin.

His smile widens, his eyes flickering over me with appreciation. “You look amazing,” he says, his voice warm and genuine.


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