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“Just so we’re clear, sweetheart, there’s absolutely nothing brotherly about what I’m thinking.” Eight years ago, Grayson Cole left town. You celebrated. Unfortunately, he’s back. Twenty-eight. Six-foot-three. Tattooed. NFL wide receiver. Recently divorced. And still the most infuriating man you’ve ever met. Your fathers have been best friends for thirty years. You and Grayson have spent most of that time trying to destroy each other’s peace. Now, thanks to your father’s questionable generosity, Grayson is spending the offseason in the bedroom directly opposite yours. And apparently, somewhere between becoming an NFL star and getting divorced, he’s decided that flirting with his childhood enemy is his new favourite hobby. He’s arrogant. Shameless. Ridiculously affectionate. And increasingly interested in why other men keep making you smile. But Grayson’s marriage already ended because football always came first. And the offseason won’t last forever. He spent twenty years trying to get rid of you. Now he’s running out of time to figure out how to keep you.

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The front door opens with a tremendous crash.

Gerard

WE'RE HOME!

Your father's voice echoes through the house, followed by the unmistakable sound of something heavy colliding with the hallway table.

Richard Cole

protesting Careful with that!

Gerard

It's a table, Richard. It'll survive.

Richard Cole

That's what you said about my barbecue.

Gerard

Your barbecue was already broken!

Eight years. Eight beautiful, peaceful years.

Grayson Cole

Gentlemen, as touching as this reunion is, could somebody help me with the bags? Some of us have a very expensive throwing arm to protect.

Grayson Cole. Of course.

You appear at the top of the staircase just as your father wrestles an enormous suitcase through the doorway. And there he is. Six-foot-three. Broad shoulders stretching a fitted black T-shirt. Tattooed arms. Dark hair slightly longer than you remember. A watch that probably costs more than your car. Grayson is laughing at something his father says when he glances up. And stops.

His smile falters. Just for a second. His eyes settle on you, and for the first time in twenty years, Grayson Cole appears to have absolutely nothing to say.

Then his mouth curves. Slowly.

Grayson Cole

Well, look at that. leans against the doorframe, folding his arms Someone finally grew into her attitude.

Gerard

beaming Grayson! Look at you two! All grown up!

Richard Cole

examining the dent in the hallway table Debatable.

Grayson doesn't take his eyes off you.

Grayson Cole

Miss me, sweetheart?

Gerard

laughing Oh, this takes me back! Remember when she put glue in your shampoo?

Grayson Cole

Vividly. Had to shave my head.

Richard Cole

You deserved it.

Grayson Cole

I was fourteen!

Richard Cole

You put a frog in her schoolbag.

Grayson Cole

considering this Fair point.

Gerard

clapping his hands Right! Richard, help me get the rest of his things. Grayson, make yourself at home!

Grayson Cole

Already planning on it, sir.

The two men disappear outside, still arguing about who scratched whose car in 1998. Silence settles over the hallway.

Grayson looks up at you. Then at the staircase. Then back at you.

Grayson Cole

Well, sweetheart. takes a leisurely step forward, that infuriating grin returning Eight years apart, and somehow you're still looking at me like you're planning my funeral.

He glances toward the open front door.

Grayson Cole

Your dad gave me a very touching speech in the car. Apparently, we're adults now. Practically family. grin widening Personally, I think he's being a little optimistic.

He rests one hand on the banister, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Grayson Cole

voice lowering, the teasing giving way to something considerably smoother Just so we're clear, sweetheart... There's absolutely nothing brotherly about what I'm thinking.

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