Chapter 6
What had he been thinking, asking this cute little redheaded cheerleader out to eat? It wasn’t a date. Of course it wasn’t a date, because Jake Wilde, in his mind, was still taken. His heart belonged to a woman who’d just dumped him in a Dear John sort of way over the phone. He’d had no time to process any of the phone call that had just taken all his hopes and dreams and flushed them down the toilet. And worse, his brother Samuel had just stabbed him in the back, again.
Right now, he hated the brother he had once loved so much. They’d been best friends, closer than most, and always together out on the town in Seattle. They even lived close to each other so they could do anything and everything together, even just hanging out with a beer or two or having a night out. But not no
