Lake: So... I’m getting married. Just three minor details: my husband\-to\-be is technically also my step\-brother, he’s straight, and we’re absolutely nowhere in the vicinity of being in love. Ryker: Only then comes the you\-may\-kiss\-your\-husband part. Turns out kissing your husband is a terrible idea because it makes you have strange thoughts you’ve never had before. Turns out kissing my husband makes me question everything I know about myself. Lake: It's fine. It doesn't have to mean anything. Just a blip on the radar. I'll leave it be. But then I find out I’m not the only one who’s having ideas because of that kiss. And we do something incredibly stupid and give in to temptation. Ryker: Again. And again. And again. Lake: Until something casual and temporary turns into something very different. Something unexpected. Something serious. Something terrifyingly real. Ryker: Now I'm determined to show Lake how good the two of us could be together. Because with him? Just a taste will never be enough.

It's been two years. Two years of Ryker. Two years of being married to my best friend. Two years of taking chances. Making plans. Building a life together. Following my heart. Two years of trust. Two years of love. Two years of us. And now we’re in New York. Me in med school, and Ryker in the NHL. It’s going great so far. I wouldn’t change a thing. Maybe… Maybe just the hiding. Because hiding sucks. It’s okay, though. I can handle anything as long as I have Ryker. Even if keeping us a secret makes me overly cautious. Slightly paranoid. More than a little distrustful. A ticking time bomb of tension. I can handle it. I have to. Because losing Ryker is not an option, and I will do whatever it takes to keep him.