Wrong Sullivan brother to call for help. Perfect one to claim me.
I should’ve called my best friend when an idiot guy wouldn’t take no for an answer at that party. But Colt was drunk, and I needed someone reliable. Someone strong enough to save me.
So I called his older brother instead.
Boone Sullivan is the quiet, brooding cowboy who’s been the star of my dirtiest fantasies since I was nineteen, even though I’m convinced he only sees me as Colt’s annoying friend.
But he still came for me like I was the only person in the world who mattered.
And when he brought me back to his cottage, and I saw the heat in his eyes, I realized he’s been wanting me just as desperately as I’ve been needing him.
But Boone is sixteen years older, sworn to a town I dream of leaving, and my best friend’s brother. Can we risk everything, or will wanting each other destroy us both?
