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  The line between friends and lovers can get a little blurry…especially when you add tequila.

  A Chances Are story.

  Gabby is serious about her search for Mr. Right, but no one can say she hasn’t had a good time looking. She enjoys her numerous dates and the sex that comes with them. Until she finds herself falling for the one man she vows to never love. Her best friend and roommate, Justin. A player in every sense of the word—and a reminder of her awful past.

  One night, with the help of a bottle of tequila, things get a little too hot for comfort. She moves out, intent on removing him from the line of temptation.

  Justin has different plans. The tequila did more than just change how he sees his good friend. It made him realize he doesn’t want to be just friends any more. He’s ready for something more intimate, and he’ll do whatever it takes to find out why she’s running. And convince her to stay.

  Warning: This book has hot sweet lovin’ between friends who become lovers.

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  Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

  577 Mulberry Street, Suite 1520

  Macon GA 31201

  Anybody But Justin

  Copyright © 2009 by Shelli Stevens

  ISBN: 978-1-60504-524-5

  Edited by Laurie Rauch

  Cover by Natalie Winters

  All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: May 2009

  www.samhainpublishing.com

  Anybody but Justin

  Shelli Stevens

  Dedication

  Thank you to Melissa at DAWN for your help and information on domestic violence. Thanks to my family and friends for your continued support, and thank you to my editor Laurie for making my books shine!

  Chapter One

  Oh shit!

  Gabby dove behind a display of cereal boxes and nibbled her bottom lip. She eyed the exit some thirty feet away and wondered if she could ditch her groceries and make it out the door without him spotting her.

  Her pulse quickened and she counted to ten before leaning forward just enough to peek around a box of Lucky Charms.

  “Gabby?”

  She snapped back and winced, glaring at the floor of the market. Damn. He’d seen her. So much for bolting.

  Dusty brown leather shoes appeared in her line of vision as he rounded the corner. She lifted her gaze up the length of his tall body, lingering on the broad shoulders beneath his faded flannel shirt.

  Her heart fluttered in her chest and she swallowed hard before tilting her head that last inch to meet the blue gaze of her old roommate.

  “Justin.” She forced a bright smile and switched the basket of food to her other hand. “Hey. How’ve you been?”

  “Been all right.”

  His gaze, warm and knowing slid from her head to her toes in a lazy caress that made every damn inch of her body tingle. Irritation pricked and her smile grew more brittle.

  And this was why she avoided him, didn’t answer his calls and had basically tried like mad to forget he even existed. If she got within two feet of him, her hormones went on the fritz and her mind went spongy. Which would be fine if it were with any other guy. Anybody but Justin.

  “Did you get my messages?”

  “I did.” Her gaze slid away again and she felt her cheeks warm in a telltale sign of guilt. “Umm. Sorry, I’ve been crazy busy. I recently stepped up in my position at Second Chances.”

  “So I heard.”

  The note of admiration in his deep voice had her snapping her focus back to his face.

  “You heard?”

  “Yeah. I’m proud of you.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and the shirt tightened across his chest as a result.

  His words sent a rush of pleasure through her, but with her focus once again on his chest, she barely managed an obscure, “You are?”

  “Yeah. I keep up on you, Gabby. Even if you don’t pick up the phone when I call.”

  “Oh. No. It’s not…” Her blush deepened and she bit her cheek.

  “No?” He leaned forward, stretching a hand past her to snag a box of cereal off the shelf behind her.

  Her gaze locked on the hint of brown stubble on his chin and for a brief second he was so close that she could smell the mixture of soap and man. Not just any man. Justin man.

  Gabby swallowed hard, and she felt her nipples tighten and chafe against the cotton bra she wore.

  Not good. So not good.

  “Hey, look, I’ll give you a call later.” The lie came out in a husky rush. “We can catch up. I promised Phoebe I’d stop by the Second Chances home in a little bit. I should get going.”

  She moved to step around him, but he blocked her path. Her heart thudded faster.

  This time when he reached out, it was to touch her. He caught a strawberry blonde braid between his fingers and slid his thumb through the strands.

  “I’m going to hold you to that,” he said softly.

  It’d be nice if he just held her, period. Her eyelids started to flutter shut and she swayed toward him.

  Choking on a gasp, she jerked away. What was she thinking? Was she completely out of her mind? This was Justin. No. No. And hell no!

  “Of course I’ll call. I will.” Her head bobbed in an affirmation that contradicted the decision in her heart. There was no way she would dial his number tonight.

  His lips twitched and she saw the flicker of doubt in his eyes. Finally, he gave a short nod and stepped back.

  “Great. I’ll…talk to you soon then.”

  “Definitely.” She bit her lip and stepped around him, hurrying to the cash register to check out.

  His gaze burned into her back and tingles of awareness raced through her body. Her palms were damp as she swiped her debit card.

  One last glance back into the store showed Justin had likely disappeared down another aisle to finish his shopping.

  Thank God. She fished her keys from her purse and rushed to her car.

  Justin set the cereal back on the shelf and scowled. Hell, he’d only picked it up as a reason to get close to her. If only for a second.

  What the hell had happened with Gabby? He hadn’t seen her in six months—since she’d moved out of the house he owned without an explanation.

  For two years they’d been roommates and good friends. And then she’d left and cut all contact. What happened?

  You know what happened.

  He headed back toward the deli, pushing back the memories of that night. The night when everything between them changed. The night that had likely motivated her to move out two weeks later.

  Grabbing a pre-made sandwich from the deli, he went up to the register to pay. His gaze drifted out the windows of the grocery, even though she’d left minutes ago.

  God, it was good to see her. At first he hadn’t been sure it was her. Then she’d looked up, spotted him and promptly run to hide behind a stack of cereal boxes.

  Same old impulsive Gabby. And she was avoiding him. He’d suspected as much since she’d stopped answering his calls and never replied to the messages he left.

  He hadn’t realized how much he missed her until a fe
w minutes ago. Until she was standing right in front of him again and it became clear just how much he’d lost that day she’d moved out.

  She was the same Gabby he’d loved to hang out with. Cute, quirky and a bigger sports fan than half the guys he knew. He’d ditched more than one night out with the boys to sit back at the house and watch the game with her.

  He handed the cashier his money and headed for the exit, stopping to hold the door for an elderly man who approached with a walker.

  After the man gave a quick nod of thanks and disappeared into the store, Justin made his way to his truck.

  Would she call tonight? Even though she said she would, his gut told him she’d blow him off.

  Blow him off. His mind raced with images of that night and what had almost happened between them and the blood stirred hot in his veins.

  He clenched his jaw and shook his head. This was bullshit. It was long past time they talked about that night. She was too good of a friend to lose over something so… Hell, who was he kidding? It was hardly trivial.

  Tonight they’d talk, he decided firmly, getting into his truck to head back to the construction site. Whether she wanted to or not.

  Gabby rushed into the office, letting the door swing shut behind her, followed by the reassuring click of the electronic lock.

  She made her way down the hall to where she, Phoebe and Delanie shared an office. She couldn’t wait to get back to her desk and get some support from her friends.

  She spotted Phoebe’s dark curls bent over a stack of papers. Hearing Gabby’s approach, she looked up and sighed.

  “You’re back. Did you bring me anything?”

  “Heck yeah, I did. I know what you like.” Gabby tossed the chocolate bar onto her friend’s desk and then went to sit down at hers. “Where’s Delanie?”

  “In a meeting. She’ll be out in a few. Thanks for the chocolate, you’re the best.” Phoebe unwrapped the bar and took a bite, closing her eyes and groaning. “I needed this. It’s been a crap day.”

  “You’re telling me,” Gabby muttered, and pulled out her grilled chicken breast and potato wedges.

  “Hmm. What’s going on with you?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You brought it up. Don’t ask me to drop it now.” Phoebe’s eyes narrowed and she set down her chocolate. “What happened while you were out?”

  Gabby stabbed at the chicken breast with her plastic fork and sighed. “I ran into this guy—my old roommate—at the grocery store.”

  “And that’s a bad thing because…”

  “Umm. Hmm.” She lifted a potato wedge to her mouth and considered how best to answer that. “We were really good friends.”

  “Okay.”

  “Like, really close. We hung out all the time, could talk about anything with each other.” She paused and twisted off the lid of her soda. “We even gave each other dating advice and would talk about our sexual relationships and stuff.”

  “Yeah, God, I can see why you’re upset that you ran into him,” Phoebe teased.

  Gabby rolled her eyes. “I’m not finished, you dork.”

  “Evidently. Go on.”

  “Anyway. We were roomies for two years. Life was great. Things were perfect…”

  “So what happened? He screw you over on rent?”

  “No.” Gabby focused her gaze on the bottle of soda. “He just decided he wanted to screw me.”

  There was a moment of silence and she lifted her head. Phoebe stared at her with pursed lips and brows drawn together.

  “I don’t get it,” she said after a moment.

  Gabby shifted in her chair. “Don’t get what?”

  “Well, if things were so perfect between you two, why is it a bad thing that you guys fell into that romantic level?”

  “Because there is no romantic level with Justin. He’s a player—a serial dater. I mean, he makes George Clooney look like the marrying kind.” Gabby groaned and stabbed at her chicken again. “It never mattered to me, though, because I wasn’t interested in him that way.”

  “Or so you thought.”

  “Or so I thought,” she agreed, her stomach twisting. “Everything changed the moment he kissed me…”

  Phoebe’s expression softened with sympathy. “What caused the change? Why after two years did he suddenly decide to kiss you?”

  “I’m sure the bottle of tequila we were knocking back helped a bit.” She shrugged. “We were watching a fantastic Giants game, talking about relationships and stuff…then it just kind of happened.”

  “Tequila’s a bitch.”

  “Heck yeah, it is.” Gabby gave a soft laugh and pulled the rubber bands from her hair, unthreading her braids.

  “You said he tried to have sex with you. Does that mean it didn’t happen?”

  “It didn’t happen. I stopped him before he could get my shirt off.” Gabby drew in an unsteady breath. “I’m sorry. That’s probably TMI.”

  “Not at all. You know I live secondhand through your love life.”

  Gabby leaned back in her chair and gave her friend a considering glance. “You know…you need to date more.”

  “We’re not talking about me.”

  “Actually, you need to date, period.”

  “We’re still not talking about me.” Phoebe shook her head, black curls bouncing as her lips twitched. “So you didn’t have sex. What happened next?”

  “Well, things got weird. Like really weird.” She shook her head, letting the loose waves fall over her shoulders. “We wrote the make-out session off to being drunk and never discussed it again. But I couldn’t deal. At all. If he went out on a date, I was nauseous all night. If I thought about him getting it on with another girl—hell, even kissing another girl, I’d about throw up my last meal.”

  “Wow. Gabby, you really like this guy.”

  “Gabby really likes what guy?”

  They looked up as Delanie sailed into the room and dropped a file on her desk. She sat down, ran a hand through chin-length blonde hair and lifted an eyebrow.

  “Come on, don’t hold out on me. What did I miss?”

  “Gabby is in lust with her old roommate,” Phoebe murmured. “They made out and then she moved out.”

  “Huh.” Delanie leaned back in her chair, crossing one long leg over another.

  “Stop it.” Gabby groaned and took another sip of soda. “I had to move out. He owns the house—his grandparents left it to him, so it wasn’t like I was breaking a lease.” She lowered her gaze and picked up another potato, but barely tasted it. “I moved out when he went down to Cabo with some of his buddies for the weekend. I left him a check for my last two months and then split.”

  Delanie cocked her head. “What explanation did you give him for leaving early?”

  “Explanation?” Gabby snorted and then bit her lip before admitting, “Well, I really didn’t give him one.”

  Phoebe winced. “Ouch.”

  “Ouch?”

  “Well, personally I would have tried to explain. Or something—”

  “I know. I didn’t handle it very well. And maybe I should have returned his calls or answered his emails.”

  “Wait, you didn’t even answer his emails?” Delanie shook her head.

  “I just couldn’t deal with it, okay?”

  “Okay, so what happened in the store?” Phoebe prodded and glanced at Delanie. “They ran into each other at the store this afternoon.”

  Gabby’s cheeks burned. “Err, I tried to hide. But he saw me. Then, only after promising to call him later, I finally got out of there without looking like too big of an idiot.”

  “And are you going to call him?” Delanie asked.

  “Hell, no!”

  “So, apparently you still can’t deal with it,” Phoebe drawled.

  “Hey. You just don’t get it. We passed the point of no return. There’s no going back.”

  “A little dramatic, don’t you think?” Phoebe murmured.

  “I’m not calling him,” Gabb
y grumbled and shot a defiant glare at Phoebe. “I’m just not. So don’t even try to convince me to, ladies. In fact, let’s just drop the whole subject.”

  “Okay.” Phoebe waved her hands in the air and took another bite of her chocolate bar. “I promise, I won’t try to convince you. I’m dropping it.”

  “Me too. I need lunch.” Delanie stood up and went to the mini fridge in the corner.

  Gabby grunted. Justin had probably gone through a slew of girlfriends in the six months since she’d moved out. The man loved to argue that celibate had the same meaning as celebrate. Which made absolutely no sense.

  “I mean, there’s just no point in calling him,” she said to defend herself. “It’d just be weird. And I don’t do weird.”

  “Oh, are we still talking about this? Sorry, I thought you said something about dropping it. I must have misunderstood.” Phoebe’s eyes widened in mock innocence and she crinkled her chocolate bar wrapper, tossing it into the waste bin. “I’d say the point would be salvaging two years of friendship you had with this guy.”

  “It’s too late.”

  “It’s never too late,” Delanie argued, returning to her desk with a yogurt and a sandwich.

  “Trust me on this one.” Gabby grabbed the rest of her lunch and went to put it in the fridge, muttering under her breath, “It was too late the minute he touched me.”

  Chapter Two

  After jerking the ties on her sneakers tight, Gabby straightened and jogged in place. She slapped her palm against the round metal crosswalk button one more time and brushed the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.

  The electric sign switched to indicate it was safe to cross and she sprang forward to resume her steady running pace. Adrenaline rushed through her blood as her feet pounded the pavement and Fergie sang from her iPod.

  She’d been running for a half hour and had about another ten minutes. Or, if she went by her playlist, another four songs.

  The sun verged on setting and the streets were filled with drivers rushing to get home from work. She drew in a breath of San Francisco air and increased her pace, wanting to push herself the last bit before she turned back toward her apartment.