The Family Friend (Steamy Shorts #38)

Preview

It's my grandmother's eightieth birthday, and all I can think about is how to survive it.

She gives me the attic loft, but I won't be sleeping alone because I'm sharing the space with … drum roll please … Heath Donovan.

You know the type.

The family friend who grew up next door, who spent every summer of my childhood stealing my s'mores and my good sense.

The boy I trailed after like a stray. The boy I almost kissed the summer before college, right up until I made an absolute fool of myself and ran—two weeks early, all the way to a different coast, and straight into ten years of pretending it never happened.

He's not a boy anymore. He's six-foot-five, a professional athlete with a grin that still turns my brain to static, and I am absolutely not counting the space between his bed and mine.

I know how this goes. I reach, I get it wrong, I run.

It's practically my signature move.

The problem is, ten years is a long time to convince yourself you're over someone.

And eight feet is not nearly far enough to keep proving it.