My Brother’s Best Friend
You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend, and I’d tell you with a straight face, absolutely fucking not.
Kane Wilder has been ruining my life since I was six years old.
He cut off my pigtail, threw me into pools fully clothed, broke two of my fingers “practicing karate,” and scared away every guy who’s ever looked in my direction. He’s loud, reckless, impossible to control, and somehow always manages to drag me into his chaos.
Unfortunately, he’s also been there for every scraped knee, every bad day, and every moment that mattered.
We’ve spent years pretending we’re nothing more than enemies who happen to share the same last name by association. He’s my brother’s best friend, and I’ve spent my entire life reminding myself that he’s completely off-limits.
Then one night at a college party changes everything.
Suddenly, the teasing feels different. The stolen glances last a little too long. Every argument ends with us standing a little too close, and every touch leaves me questioning fifteen years of certainty.
Falling for Kane Wilder was never part of the plan.
Especially when loving him could cost me my brother, my family, and the only friendship that’s survived every fight we’ve ever had.
Some lines are meant to be crossed.
I just never thought he’d be the one asking me to cross them.