It sucks even worse when it's your brother's egotistical best friend and CFO who delivers the blow. My first encounter with Lance Sullivan had me crying in an elevator as I clung to a stranger for comfort.
On our second, he stormed my dress fitting pretending to be my husband.
And by the third... I'd made the bastard smile. I do not have time for a man in my life. Not when I already have two stubborn men at the centre of my world who can barely show up for me. But Lance is showing up, and did I mention he has the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen? Lance is fun to mess with. I just need to convince him to drop the 'your brother will kill me if I touch you' act, especially when his mouth has already touched the parts of me that matter... One summer.
Two hearts. And a promise... to not disappear on me.