Three Bells, Two Bows and One Brother's Best Friend (Holiday Brothers, #2)

by Willa Nash

Why couldn’t I see Heath the way I saw Tobias? A friend, nothing more. They had the same dark hair. The same piercing blue eyes. The same soft lips and straight nose. Hell, Tobias had even grown a beard and I’d always thought beards were sexy. But did my face flame for that Holiday brother? No. Never. Not once. There was something different about Heath.

Heath was . . . Heath. A cute boy who’d grown into a ridiculously handsome man. He was the dream.

Stella Marten was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. And my best friend’s sister. I don’t get to think she’s beautiful. I’d been reminding myself that for years.

It was like a lightbulb had turned on. Stella wasn’t Stella, my friend’s little sister and the tagalong. Stella was Stella. Beautiful. Smart. Charming. Sexy. I liked Stella.

Talking to her was like talking to my oldest friend. She knew me, understood me, arguably better than anyone else, including her brother. Stella was more insightful. Maybe it was just a female thing, but she asked the questions guys didn’t often ask.

She was off-limits. Why did that make me want her even more? Of all the women in the world, why was Stella the one who tempted me? Maybe she was right. I was cursed.

Maybe that was why it was so hard to let go of this crush. Because the man himself was unforgettable. He was good and kind and charming.

There was no woman as beautiful as Stella Marten. And I’d been a coward for too long. A fool for not acting sooner. Now she was fucking mine.

“You’re something special, Stella Marten.” And he was a dream.

I was all about exploring this thing with her. I wanted the first dates. I wanted the sleepovers. I wanted the calls when she was at the grocery store to see if I needed anything.

“All of your midnight kisses are mine. New Year’s Eve or not. You’re mine.”

“How’s the jaw?” Heath shrugged. “Stella kissed it better.” Wendy, who’d been sipping her smoothie, choked on her drink, coughing and sputtering. “Oh, God, I love this. I’m so glad neither of you are taking it easy on him.”