All Chapters of His Best Friend's Daughter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Kyra POVI swing off the back of the motorcycle and drag my fingers through my shoulder-length hair, working out the knots the wind left behind. Two minutes on that bike and my hair turns into something you'd find rolling across a desert highway. He grabs my waist and tugs me in, pressing a flat, dusty kiss to my mouth that tastes like asphalt and disappointment."Kyra!" The voice booms down from the top of the driveway like a thunderclap, startling us both straight. "You get on the back of that bike one more time, we're gonna have a serious goddamn problem."Jason yanks his hands back like he's touched a hot stove hand that had been slowly migrating south. "Jesus," he mutters. "Is that your old man?"I exhale slowly. My father doesn't do driveway confrontations. He saves the volume for concert stages, not suburban cobblestone. "No. That's my uncle."Jason narrows his eyes up the driveway, then looks back at me. "Wait, doesn't he run that motorcycle shop over on Route 9? I think I act

Kyra POVToren is still sitting on the ground staring into the pool when I sit next to him, tucking my legs beneath me. The pool is heated, but no one's gone in yet. It's still early spring, so the air is a bit too cold for most people to want to swim. A few stray leaves are floating along the surface, and I like how peaceful they look, not going under the water, and not blowing away either. Just floating, weightless and effortless. I want to be a leaf.I hand Tor the cold bottle and he takes it from me, using his keychain to pop the cap off."I thought you were mad at me." He takes a long drink before glancing sideways at me. I can see why Jason was scared of him. On the outside, Tor looks like a badass. He's a beast of a man, not an ounce of fat on him, broad and hard as a rock with ink covering both arms from neck to knuckle. Wavy brown hair falls to the tops of his shoulders.It’s usually tied back in a short ponytail to keep it out of his face when he's working and from tangling

Tor POVAs soon as Aiden's gone, I get up and dump the coffee he made and start a new pot. He always makes this expensive Colombian crap that's way too strong and it makes my heart jump around for the rest of the morning."Did you sleep in my shirt?" I ask.She flips the omelette in the pan and peeks at me from behind the veil of messy golden hair falling over her face."Maybe..."Scowling, I take two plates out of the cabinet and set them next to the stove for her. "Kenz... I had that on while I was working on a bike yesterday. It's probably got grease on it. And sweat."Shrugging, she transfers a perfect omelette onto one of the plates. "You can have that one. And so what? I like it. It's cozy.""It's dirty."She laughs. "Cozy. Dirty. What's the difference? I like how it feels and smells."Her liking the feel and smell of cozy and dirty while she's wearing nothing but my shirt is not something I should be thinking about. But I do, for a quick second, before I bury it deep in that

My mother runs Wolfy's Place, a pet shelter and sanctuary here in town that operates twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. And while taking in strays, getting them medical attention, and adopting them out is great, I wanted to find the ones that were too lost to be seen, save the ones that were being abused, and basically fuck up the people that were hurting them. Like the assholes that run underground dog fighting rings. Or the old ladies that go out of their minds and hoard two hundred cats in their dilapidated houses.Okay, so I don't fuck up old ladies, but I do go in there and use my charm to get those cats out before they start eating each other.We use the club to run charity events and rides to raise money to support our rescue equipment, and we donate a portion of the funds to Wolfy's Place. So, it's a win-win.It also coaxes Tyler to come out of his house hidden in the woods. Just like the lost, scared, and abused dogs, he'll only come out in the dark when no one can s

She touches her pink work boot to my black one."I like the little bit of modeling I've done, but I really don't want that to be what I do with my life. And I really do love to write, like my grandmother. But again, I don't know if I could do that day in and day out for the rest of my life. And I love my calligraphy, but not many people will pay for handwritten wedding invitations and stuff like that anymore.""You could do some modeling, and some writing, and your calligraphy. You don't have to just do one thing. You can do lots of things. You can figure it out as you go, you know. You don't have to make a plan right now. That's a lot to decide at your age.""I know. I just feel like I want a goal, something to shoot for. Otherwise I feel lost.""That makes sense."She pushes her hair out of her face."Can I tell you what I really want?""Of course."She hesitates before she answers, her eyes cast down."I want to get married and have a family. I want to have a cute little house—not