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"Rhett might be there." I said nothing. Rhett Holt was Liam's older brother and the subject of approximately forty percent of Liam's bad moods. I had met him twice and on both occasions he had looked at me the way people look at mildly interesting weather — present, briefly noted, forgotten. "Fine," I said. Liam smiled. Squeezed my hand across the table. At least I'll be seeing his mother. The only sane one in that family, if you ask me. I smiled back and ate my tiramisu.

BLURB ******* Have you not heard about the term bro-code If you have ,you must very well know the top most code in the list of bro-codes will always be 'best friend's sisters are off limits.' So let's see how beyond control is falling for your best friend's sister for Liam Fredrick ,your typical college bad boy. ********** Does a sis code exist?? Not sure huh? As much as brothers hate their sister falling for their best friend, it's exactly the opposite when it comes to the sisters, don't you think so??

She buried her face in his neck, breathing him in—soap, faint cologne, the scent that meant safety and sin all at once. “I missed you,” he murmured against her hair, voice rough. “Every damn day.” Jake groaned loudly from the porch steps. “Jesus Christ, already? It’s gonna take me some serious time to get used to this shit. My best friend mauling my little sister in the driveway like it’s a damn romance movie.” Mia laughed into Ethan’s chest. Ethan set her down but kept one arm around her waist, grinning. “Get used to it, man,” Ethan said, voice lighter than it had been in months.

A grown woman with feelings, and just like Kai said, I don't think I want my best friend to decide who I fall in love with. Especially if he is her older brother. My first love. My first everything.

"Your little brother is an enigma, Harlow." Nole clutched the steering wheel as he glanced in the rearview mirror at his boss. Two enforcers, who had stayed around the Harlow premises during dinner, were now sitting on either side of the boss. A lit cigarette was between Roman's fingers. As the man inhaled, the red-hot ashes cast a deep glow across his features. "I apologize for my brother's lack of respect, boss." "He was a spitfire, wasn't he?" His boss' tone wasn't angry, more amused than anything. "I'd like to get to know him better, Harlow."

I said moving closer to her. She moved back and laughed again. "Best friend? Sister? Oh please!" she echoed. "Well, Best friends or sisters don’t lie to each other. Best friends or sisters don’t sneak around behind each other’s backs. And best friends or sisters don’t hurt each other, but guess what Lin?…" Anabel was already crying, she continued, "You did all that. So much for being a Sister and a best friend." She looked at me disgustedly. She then turned to Ethan wiping her face roughly.

She then got up and hugged me. “I’m glad you’re okay. Well, somewhat okay.” I smiled and hugged her back tight. My heartbeat finally calming down. “Even better now that you’re here. Because I felt like throwing up a minute ago.” She grinned looking at the outfits arranged messily on the bed. “…Mrs. Thorne.” “Don’t start.” “Oh, I’ve not even started, bea. My best friend, is married to my brother.” I groaned immediately, holding my ears to block her out.

Settled into something manageable and quiet, the emotional equivalent of an old scar that had long since stopped being tender. I had been twenty-three when I first understood, with the particular unwelcome clarity of something you can't un-know, that what I felt for my best friend's brother was not the mild, easily-catalogued fondness of family-adjacent affection. I had been standing in the Calloways' back garden at Jade's birthday party, fairy lights strung between the trees, and Marcus had been standing close enough that I could have counted his eyelashes, and he'd said something low and private that made me laugh, and I'd looked up and found him already looking at me, and the moment had s

He snaps at me then shifts his attention to her, his jaw tight and something dark flickering in her eyes. Well, seems little brother had a thing for his best friend. Ex-best friend, if I have it my way. “Damian, what I do is none of your fucking business. Now, if we are done here. I have to go,” she growls at him, then storms off, but not before throwing me a look. Damian is about to go after her when I block him. “I’m going to say this once to you, little brother,” I say, dragging the last word because we might share blood, but Devon is my brother, more than this fucker here.