“You have to kiss him, Bridget. That’s the rules.” Now here I am, kissing my brother’s man right before the wedding. So I kissed a guy playing spin the bottle. Who cares? It was just for a lark, just for a moment. It didn’t mean anything. Now I can never be the same. His chest smashing against my breasts, his hands guiding my curves into him—all of it created a whirlwind of tempestuous emotion I can’t ignore. No one ever kissed me like that before in my life. But he couldn’t possibly feel the same way. He’s the billionaire who took Ben under his wing to mentor him in his consultancy firm. Forget it. Just forget the whole thing. That’s the best plan. I will just play my part and stand as my future sister-in-law’s bridesmaid. They’ll get married, and we’ll all live happily ever after. The end. Right?