Colton Mathews will only see her as his best friend’s little sister for the
rest of their lives. After all, he made that clear the night before she left
for college. But four years later, her brother is getting married and Colt’s
the best man—and guess who is the best man’s last-minute date?
firefighter’s heart or douse this torch for good. When Max—her best friend from
college, who may be carrying a torch of his own—crashes the party, they devise
a plan to make Colt see what he’s missing. But after Colt catches on, he
decides to cook up his own revenge.
Max’s questionable acting methods, an unfortunate trip to jail, and a maniacal
fiancée, what could possibly go right?
a tender shove. “We were fine until you started stepping on my foot and
were hitting on my mom!”
a beautiful lady!” he argued.
my gosh.” I fell into one of the chairs and moaned. “This is a catastrophe.”
true.” Max shook his head. “You just have to be more believable. I mean, would
it kill you to find me screw-worthy?”
What does that even mean?”
it.” Max grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall. “Where’s the bathroom?”
a jerk he had me in the bathroom under the stairs and closed the door. Words
and sounds were coming out of his mouth but I couldn’t make anything out. Max
pushed me against the door and pointed his finger in my face. “I’m going to
kiss you, damn it, and you’re going to like it. And I’m going to take off my
shirt and you’re going to manhandle me, and you’re going to stop being so damn
nervous or so help me God I’m going to bend you over that sofa in the living
room and spank your sexy ass.”
I was paralyzed in place. “Where did that come from?”
Max looked at me and smirked. “I have lots of feelings and I’m sick and tired
of you looking at me like I don’t have a penis. I may be used to your innocence
but for my own pride at least try to be attracted to me. Now close your damn
cursing at me.”
being difficult! I’m trying to help you. And stop squirming. Shit, take a Xanax
I closed my eyes and huffed. “This isn’t going to—”
hand was on something hard.
blinked my eyes open.
when did he have a six-pack?
tilted my head, you know, to get a better look. His skin was really smooth but
bumpy, each muscle defined so much that there was enough of a ridge for my
hands to play with.
look, he’s a man after all,” Max said, sounding bored. “I’m not your sexless
friend. I’m not your damn brother. I’m not your gay friend. And I sure as hell
am not thinking about anything right now except that your hands feel really
good against my skin. So I’m going to kiss you, and you’re going to respond
like the idea of my mouth on yours doesn’t make you want to cry—and you’ll like
like it,” I repeated.
my girl.” His eyes flashed, and then he was kissing me again, only this time
his body was on fire as it pressed against me. I felt every ridge of his abs;
the length of his body was beyond devastating.
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
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