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Ian Chase broke my heart at seventeen, and I’ve spent the last eighteen years hating him for it.

He makes it easy, with his smart mouth and playboy lifestyle—which I unfortunately have to observe since he lives behind me. Every time I see him climbing out of his pool, practically naked and unreasonably sexy, my blood boils.

I’ve always loved to loathe him.

I never planned to need him.

* * *

London Parish is my little sister’s best friend, not that it stopped me from falling for her.

Our history is complicated. The only thing we have in common is being godparents to my sister’s three adorable kids—until our lives are changed in one tragic moment.

Now we’re trying to raise the children we love, mourn an unthinkable loss, and fight an undeniable attraction.

My life is already upside-down, and the last thing I need is for old feelings to resurface.

Because I’ll never be able to keep her, no matter how hard I try to hold her close.


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She leans up on her elbow, probably to chastise me, but then she covers her eyes with her hand. “Ian! You’re naked!”

I look down. “I have boxers on.”

“Well, get dressed.”

“I will after I shower. Unless you’d like to get undressed and join me?”

London covers her face with the pillow and then groans. “Such an asshole.”

I chuckle and decide this is too great of an opportunity to pass up. I climb up onto the bed, hovering over her, and start to tickle her sides.

“What did you call me?”

“Oh, my God! Stop!” She giggles, writhing underneath me. “Ian!” She slaps my arm.

The pillow goes flying, and I grin as I continue my assault.“What did you say?”

“Asshole!” She bursts out in a fit of giggles and I stop.

“You’re so beautiful when you laugh,” I say, and she goes still.

I don’t know why I said it, but I can’t take it back, and I meant it. She is beautiful when she laughs. She’s beautiful all the time, but I’ve done everything possible to stop seeing her that way.

“Ian.” Her eyes stay on mine. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“I’m not. You’re beautiful and you know it.”

We both stare at each other. The laughter is gone and my cock is rock hard.

This isn’t to shut her up.

This isn’t a game.

I want her, and there’s no way she doesn’t feel that right now.

“This . . .” she starts to say, and then her hands move up my chest. “This isn’t . . .”

“This isn’t what?”

Her fingers inch up my neck, cupping the back of my head. “A good idea.”

“Probably not.” I run my hands up her side, waiting for her to tell me to stop. I touch every curve, feel her skin again.

She was always the smart one between the two of us. I was always the idiot. I hurt her and broke her heart, but I fucking destroyed myself at the same time. She never knew that. To her, I was the asshole who fucked her and never looked back. I made promises that were broken because I got what I wanted.

None of that was true.

I wanted her.

I wanted all of her.

I ended up losing any chance of that.

Fuck, I’m a fool.

“Tell me to stop,” I command her as my hand gets closer to her chest. “Tell me now or beg for more.”

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