Mia had always flirted with danger, but nothing compared to Nathan.
Her best friend’s older brother.
Six years older. Six inches taller. All tattoos and trouble, freshly moved back into town after a stint overseas.
She hadn’t seen him since high school. But when she walked into Eliza’s house for family dinner and saw him at the head of the table in a black button-up, she almost dropped the pie.
Nathan smirked the second their eyes met.
And never looked away.
He had this aura like heat simmering beneath his calm. Like he knew exactly how bad she wanted him and exactly how far she’d let him go.
And tonight, Mia wanted to find out just how far that was.
Dinner was normal on the surface.
Roast chicken. Wine. Eliza chattering about work. Their mom sharing vacation plans. Her dad is tal
