Out of the friend zone and into the fire... Garrett Beck’s been my best friend since we were toddlers—she’s like a sister to me, or at least that’s what I’ve always thought. Beck is family, and it’s my job to make sure she’s safe and happy. But lately when I look at Beck, family’s not what I see. I see someone who makes my pulse race and my body sit up and take notice. I see a woman. And then we get drunk on a birthday trip, and one thing leads to another … I don’t know what’s waking up in bed with my best friend, or knowing that, no matter what, we can’t do this again. But I have a feeling I’m about to find out. Beck Garrett’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember—the next thing to family. Add to that the fact that his relationships last for a few months at best, and he’s the absolute worst boyfriend candidate around. So why did I just wake up in bed with him? Garrett says it was just a drunken mistake, and we should go on the way we have been—BFFs and nothing more. And he’s right; we can’t do this again. Our friendship is more important than what we just did. Isn’t it?