Baby for my Brother’s Best Friend by Josie Hart

One brother’s best friend + one hotel room = two blue lines

If “sexy” had a mascot, my brother’s best friend would be it.
Deep hazel eyes and a diamond cutting jawline.
He offers me the business deal of a lifetime,
If I play a convincing date for his ex’s destination wedding.
But pretending we’re smitten is easier said than done.
His devilish smirk and cocky attitude work me up,
Until I can’t decide if I want to punch him or kiss him.
Now sharing one room in paradise has me questioning everything.
He’s more than off-limits,
But my heart, and his hands, have a mind of their own.
His fingers grazing my skin sends my body humming,
His mouth has me throbbing in brand new places,
And we’re waking up tangled together, again.
At least on the island, our passion is mutual.
I don’t know if he’ll want “us” in real life.

What I do know is he’ll be my brother’s ex-best friend.
Because I’m pregnant.