One Wright Stand

I can’t tear my eyes away from the stranger.

He’s too hot for this small town. Too polished for this seedy bar. And a hundred percent my type. Tall, dark, and handsome in a suit with brooding eyes that say he’d lay waste to my body. And I’d let him.

Our connection is immediate. The desire is blatant. I’ve never felt anything like it.

Then I make the mistake of a lifetime: I let him walk out.

I’m still kicking myself when I show up to my best friend’s Wright family pool party. I walk outside and stop dead.

He’s here.

And he’s a Wright cousin.

My best friend’s brothers are off limits, but she never said anything about her cousin.