My crappy year just got better. How much better? About six feet is my guess. I got jilted at the altar. Had to move back home. To be seen as a child and coddled by my parents. I’m trying to lay low, but fate has its own idea. My brother’s best friend, hunkier than ever. He’s running a bar now, looking like sin. Off-limits and the juiciest forbidden fruit I ever saw.