Growing up, Lucian “Lucky” Ganetti was the quiet kid next door and my brother’s best friend. Lucky isn’t a boy anymore. He’s grown into a gorgeous, rather charming adult that every woman wants to know. Except, I knew him first. Heck, I’ve even fantasized about marrying Lucky Ganetti. Ridiculous, I know. Even though he’s that boy I’ll always remember, he’s now the man I’ll never forget. My name is Becklyn Morrissey. And this is my story. Becklyn was that annoying little sister. The one that followed her brother and me around wherever we went. I didn’t think much about it at the time. I do now, and that change seems to have happened overnight. One day she was all braids and braces, the next she was a woman with curves and a little attitude. I spend too much time thinking about her; it needs to stop. Her brother is still my best friend and he’ll bludgeon me if he finds out I’ve got a thing for his baby sister. Honestly, she’d be worth it. My name is Lucky Ganetti. And this is our story.