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Summer Hate

He was the last person I wanted to see on my girls’ trip, let alone share a room with.

Donovan Fitzroy is grumpy. Irritable. Annoyingly perfect. And as handsome as he is uptight. He’s also my best friend’s older brother and the one man I’ve avoided for a decade.

And for good reason.

So imagine my surprise when my bestie abandons me at her family-owned resort and I’m left alone with her brother.

After spending five minutes with him, I’m ready to drive back to Tennessee, but it’s getting dark, and he insists I wait till morning. As much as I’d love to tell him to shove his hospitality where the sun don’t shine, I’m exhausted. I can survive one night in the same cabin. Right?

Only when morning comes, Donovan needs help. With no event coordinator and the end-of-summer bash to plan in less than a week, he’s in over his head. I should walk away. I should go home and never lay eyes on him again. Between him thinking I can’t do it, and my former, very unwanted feelings rearing their stupid heads, I’ve got something to prove.

I’ve come a long way in ten years, and Donovan freaking Fitzroy will not get the better of me.

False Start

Holy mother-forking shirtballs.

I shouldn’t know what my best friend’s trouser snake feels like. I shouldn’t but after waking up naked in his bed with IT pressed against me, I do. So, even though nothing happened between us, I promptly freak out. Silently, of course, because I don’t want to risk waking him up.

And now I have a problem.

For the past six years, I’ve been perfectly content looking the other way every time I see Hudson running across the football field in those tight pants or walking around our house shirtless, but now I’m noticing everything. Especially the way he looks in those jeans.

And he’s not looking at me like someone who’s just a friend.

So when he suggests one night of no strings fun to get it out of our systems, I’m powerless to say no. And then everything will go back to normal.

Or at least that’s the plan.

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