Cheyenne Comfort It’s an unspoken rule, bridesmaids and groomsmen hookup at weddings. Everyone knows that. Was it a good idea to use that loophole to lose my virginity to my brother’s best friend? Probably not. But after three mimosas, four tequila shots, and the champagne toast, telling Cash I was a virgin and I wanted him to be my first sounded like the best idea in the world. And maybe it was. Unfortunately, a side effect of my liquid courage was having zero memory if I’d gone through with my plan. The last thing I remembered was strutting across the dance floor with my eye on the prize. Cut to me waking up in bed with the hangover to end all hangovers and a sneaking suspicion that things had not gone as planned. Cash Malone It’s an unspoken rule, your best friend’s little sister is off-limits. Scratch that. It’s a spoken rule. Billy had made his feelings clear that he didn’t want me anywhere near Cheyenne. For a year, I’d successfully kept my distance from the only woman I wanted and the one woman I couldn’t have. But now everything was different. Now I knew things I couldn’t unknow. Was a chance at love really worth risking the friendship of the man who saved me when no one even knew I needed saving?