My brother Alex is fifteen years older than me, and we’ve lived in different countries since I was fourteen, but that still doesn’t make this okay. Ben Bradshaw is his best man, his best friend. And all I can think about is the kiss we almost shared. I ran into him at one of Alex’s parties back in the States. We ended up alone…and he didn’t recognize me. I gave him a fake name. I didn’t even think about it. And then my dreams started to come true. I never thought Ben would want me. He’s a millionaire boxing champion. He’s thirty-nine years old, experienced, and handsome. He could have any woman he wants. I’m a twenty-one year old photography student, on the curvy side, and a virgin to boot. At the party, things get steamy. He leans in for a kiss…. And then Alex calls out my real name. “You’re Becca. You’re Alex’s sister. We can’t do this.” I say sorry. I say he’s right. But now it’s the wedding day, and Ben won’t stop looking at me. His wolfish eyes glint possessively. Even if I know it’s wrong – even if I know it could break Alex’s heart – I can’t help but wonder if we’ll kiss properly next time. Or more…