"Some lines aren't crossed, they're stumbled over, lips first."
I always thought temptation came with a warning label.
But nothing about Lucas Callahan said danger.
Not at first.
He was Daniel's brother, the wild one, the charming one, the one who vanished overseas for four years and reappeared like a slow-burning storm.
Where Daniel was composed and strategic, Lucas was magnetic.
And suddenly, all my carefully built walls felt thin as paper.
It started at our tenth anniversary party.
The room glittered with champagne and chandeliers, but Daniel was nowhere to be seen off taking yet another business call. Typical. I stood alone, nursing a half-warm drink, in a dress I wore more for him than for me.
"You're too beautiful to be ignored like this," came a voice behind me.
I turned a
