Well, if it isn’t Falcon Malone. In the panty-dropping flesh. My older brother’s best friend and subject of my every teenage fantasy.
He taught me how to kiss. Then he walked away.
I tried to keep him buried in the past, but he’s been in every kiss since. Tethering me to unattainable dreams.
Well, he might have taught me how to kiss, but now I’m going to teach him how to f–k. I’ll tempt fate, tantalize Falcon, and resurrect a fierce hunger between the two of us. And then I’ll be the one to walk away.
I left my best friend’s little sister, Emory Brooks, planted firmly in my past. Or so I’d thought.
Those pink girl-next-door lips of hers belonged in our sleepy hometown where I couldn’t reach them.
I’d taught her how to kiss…specifically, how to kiss me. Then I’d left.
She deserved better than my tattered soul.
Now she’s here. All grown up. In my neighborhood. In my pub. And the subject of my friend’s desire.
My job…charm the ladies while my man goes for the prize. But not when the prize is Emory. He can have anyone else…but never her.
I’m the wingman…and I’m about to go rogue.