Lake:
So... I’m getting married.
Just three minor details: my husband-to-be is technically also my step-brother, he’s straight, and we’re absolutely nowhere in the vicinity of being in love.
Ryker:
Only then comes the you-may-kiss-your-husband part. Turns out kissing your husband is a terrible idea because it makes you have strange thoughts you’ve never had before.
Turns out kissing my husband makes me question everything I know about myself.
Lake:
It's fine. It doesn't have to mean anything. Just a blip on the radar. I'll leave it be.
But then I find out I’m not the only one who’s having ideas because of that kiss.
And we do something incredibly stupid and give in to temptation.
Ryker:
Again.
And again.
And again.
Lake:
Until something casual and temporary turns into something very different.
Something unexpected.
Something serious.
Something terrifyingly real.
Ryker:
Now I'm determined to show Lake how good the two of us could be together.
Because with him? Just a taste will never be enough.