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.

Maybe that was why it was so hard to let go of this crush. Because the man himself was unforgettable.

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.

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