Best Friends Don’t Kiss. Ryan Manning has been my best friend since we were kids. He’s my secret keeper. The holder of all my truths and the person I admire most in the world. He’s also a Lumbersnack and the man I’ve secretly pined after for decades. But we don’t talk about that. I’m just here in Lake Tahoe for the next week to play the part of his doting girlfriend. Cuddle up in front of his ex? Not a problem. Hold hands in front of his family? Totally fine. Kiss him while no one is watching? I’m your gal.…
I read. And quilt. A lot.