Fate doesn’t always happen overnight.

Hudson Bradley is the cockiest, most stubborn, hard-headed man I’ve ever known. And for fifteen years, he’s been my brother's best friend.

But lately, what I’m feeling for him isn’t friendship at all.

Why is my heart racing every time his blue eyes lock on mine?

Why does every word he rumbles in my ear make my body come alive?

And worst of all, why did I bet him that I could find a woman he and his son would both love?

If I hadn’t given up on love altogether, Hudson would have been perfect for me. After all, he was there the day my world fell apart. He’s spent the last six years piecing me back together.

There are a million reasons why we could never work, but after a single kiss, I can’t remember any of them.

Now that the time is right, I have to make him mine—before I lose him forever. 

This is a brother's-best-friend and friends-to-lovers romance with so much snark, heart, and heat. It brings surprising feelings, excitement, passion, wonder, and challenges. There are more layers to the story and their bond that have to be excavated. Their past relationship histories still have an impact on their lives today. And even when things might start looking up, sometimes roadblocks still get in the way. Timing is everything and they both have a lot to lose. They will have to decide if something more is worth fighting for. 

I did everything I could to not make eye contact. 

Actually, my MO for the past week had been no contact period, but that was a little hard to do when the guy you’re dodging knows things about you. Specifically, the lock code on your front door.

“You can go home, Hudson. I’m fine.” Out of my periphery, I watched him perch his hands on his hips. 

“No,” he argued. “Not until we figure this out.”

So he had noticed my ghosting. I hoped he wasn’t as good at calling my bluff.

“There is no this.”

“What about what you said at the—”

“Yeah, I must have had a cold or something. Whatever it was, I’m over it.” 

Lies. Lies. Lies. Hopefully, I’d start believing them.

“Over it?”

 “Yep. Hey, how was your date?” My topic-swapping skills were on point. When he stopped, only an arm's length away, I finally seized what scrap of pride I had and looked up into his blue eyes. “Are you seeing her again?”

He huffed. “Well, that’s kind of up to you.”

“Me?” I dropped the spoon into the sink and put the ice cream down so I could cross my arms over my chest. “What do I have to do with it?”

His lids fell shut, and he tipped his head at the ceiling, stretched his neck from side to side, and then brought his gaze back to mine. “Kate seems to think that, maybe, I have a thing…for you.”

My face flushed hot, and I wondered if maybe I’d fallen down trying to get out of my leather skirt earlier and I was dreaming, passed out on my bedroom floor. The issue with that theory was I could smell him, feel the warmth from his body in front of me, and see his heartbeat thumping in the vein in his neck. 

This was real, but I still wasn’t sure I could handle it.

“Well, that’s just, uh, dumb,” I contended weakly. Shaking my head to rattle myself back to sanity, I asked, “W-why did she say that?” I tried to laugh, but it was as fake as my gusto. 

“Because, apparently, I talked about you the whole night.”

Okay, I was wrong. I’d thought riding in a car with him and seeing him shirtless and watching him play with Jack and seeing how much he loved my family and having him touch me and avoiding him all week had been torture. 

This moment was a whole new level of torment.

“So?” I said childishly.

It didn’t matter how I felt or what I wanted. I couldn’t just leap into his arms and expect everything to turn out the way it was supposed to. That’s not how my life worked.

“So I need to find out if this, whatever’s been building between us, is something.”

Wouldn’t that be nice? Up until that very second, it had all been one-sided. I’d racked my brain all week to understand why I’d felt the crazy things I did about him.

“How you gonna do that?”

“We’re going to kiss,” he stated very matter-of-factly, and then he closed the distance between our bodies.

“We are?” I whispered. My voice had all but left the building.

“Unless you stop me right now.”

I wanted to. 

I didn’t want to.

I was scared.

I was excited.

But mostly, I wasn’t stopping him.