In my defense, I didn’t mean to sleep with my brother’s best friend. Now I’m living in this house… and calling him boss. Preston McNeil is the grumpiest firefighter with a body built for calendars and a stare that undresses me faster than his hands ever could. I never planned to sleep with him…especially not at my brother’s wedding. But one stolen bottle of champagne later, and I was clawing at his suit while he ruined me with that filthy mouth.
