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The handyman is the sexiest man on the island. But I swear I didn’t answer the door in a towel on purpose. Especially since the handyman happens to be my brother’s best friend.
In my defense, the hot water went out and I still had shampoo in my hair. I had no idea Flynn Ryland owned my apartment building, let alone that he’d answer my call when I rang for a handyman.
If I had, I probably would have rinsed my hair in the sink. Better to catch a cold than to catch feelings for Flynn again.
Because my brother’s best friend isn’t interested in me. He made that perfectly clear to the entire island when he told everyone I tried to seduce him at my high school graduation.
And yet who do I end up living with when it turns out the plumbing in my new apartment needs to be replaced?
Flynn freaking Ryland. The man who defines temptation with his wavy brown air and ocean blue eyes I want to drown in. The man whose shoulder muscles look strong enough to lift me up and push me against the nearest wall.
Also, the man who won’t touch me because he doesn’t want to disrespect my brother, the only family he has left.
But what if my brother doesn’t find out? What if we keep this thing brewing between us a secret?
No one has to know…
This brother’s best friend, forced proximity, small town romantic comedy features a woman who is out to prove she’s worth fighting for, a man who can’t resist the temptation of his best friend’s little sister no matter how wrong he knows it is, a seal that doesn’t know it’s not a traffic stop, too many mermaid legends to mention, and a group of girlfriends who are considering a career change from brewery owners to matchmakers.
Before It Was Love is a standalone novel in the Smuggler’s Hideaway series.
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“Hello!” Someone yells.
I switch off the faucet so I can hear them better. “In here!”
I wet the hand towel with cold water and place it over my eyes.
“Thank goodness you could come so quickly,” I say when I hear someone stop outside the bathroom door.
“Soph?”
Soph? No one calls me Soph except… Oh shit.
“Flynn?” I lift the towel from my eyes to confirm my suspicion.
It is him. All six-foot-two inches of him. It’s been a few months since I saw him at Christmas dinner, but he hasn’t changed. Brown, wavy hair that looks as if he spent ages working on it. But I know he wouldn’t be caught dead using product in his hair.
Blue eyes the color of the ocean he loves to surf in. And strong arms I want wrapped around me. Preferably while he’s naked. What I wouldn’t do for a glimpse of his strong muscles without any clothes hampering my view.
He growls. “Why the hell did you leave your door unlocked when you’re naked?”
“I was waiting for the handyman to show up.” I pause when the truth hits me. “You’re the handyman?”
“I own this building.”
Of course, he does. It’s not enough he’s won sexiest man on the island five years in a row. He also has to be a successful business man while I’m a complete and utter failure at my career.
“Now, answer my question. Why are you naked?”
“I’m not naked. I’m wearing a towel.”
“A towel is not dressed. Anyone could have barged in here and taken advantage of you.”
And there we have it, folks. The reason why all my fantasies of Flynn will never come to fruition. The man considers me his little sister. Whereas my feelings for him do not resemble any feeling I have for my actual big brother Weston.
