The assignment should be a fashion stylists dream. Dane Scotlandbrilliant programmer, millionaire, partner in my brothers companyis going to a big-money meeting, and he needs to look the part.
The problem? Dane doesnt want a makeover. Hes grumpy and reclusive, and his wardrobe consists of two pairs of old jeans. He doesnt want me anywhere near him.
Did I mention that hes my brothers best friend? And that no one knows exactly what Dane and I got up to ten years ago?
The nerd I knew is goneDane ditched his glasses and bulked up. Now hes six-foot-plus of hot genius, but I can be professional. I can definitely keep my hands off him. Again.
But when he looks at me like he used to, like no one else ever has, the only thing I want is to lose control.
Dane and I gave each other our first taste of heartbreak. Are we destined for another round?
