Page 2 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

“Or what?” The man laughed, settling deeper into the chair. He crossed his two hairy arms, defiantly. “What are going to do? Murder me?”

“She won’t have to. We’ll do it.”

The new voice caused us both to whirl. Two new men flanked the table now, one on either side. And not just any two men, either. These men were tall. Dark. Dangerous.

“Maybe you should get the fuck up.”

And to my joy and astonishment… familiar.

“Did you hear what he said?” the second man growled. “Because you still haven’t moved yet.”

My dinner guest looked suddenly at a loss. His head swiveled back and forth, as he stiffened in his chair.

“And if you don’t move now, you’ll be shitting your own teeth for a week.”

That last line seemed to tip the scales of reason. My impromptu dinner guest slid his chair back, stood up, and slunk away. All without even looking in my direction.

I couldn’t help but bounce up myself.

Kayden! Bishop!

As the chatter of the little outdoor cafe faded into nothingness, a gentle breeze picked up. It blew an errant lock of blonde hair across my face, as I looked from man to man.

Here.

There were tears of happiness in my eyes as I threw my arms around them both.

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JOCELYN

It was one thing to run into one of your brother’s best friends on some distant Greek isle, during a spur-of-the-moment vacation. But to have thembothshow up together, so far from home?

Well, that just didn’t make any sense.

“How the hell did you find me?” I demanded.

The two men just looked at each other and smirked.

“It wasn’t that hard,” said Kayden, nonchalantly scratching his beard. “We asked around for the tallest, most desperate-looking girl in the Eastern hemisphere.”

I frowned at him and crossed my arms.

“Or we could’ve just followed the stack of broken hearts,” joked Bishop. “That would’ve worked too.”

The setting sun lit them up now, turning their sun-bronzed skin a beautiful gold. I wondered how long they’d been here, hopping the Greek islands. If the whole thing had been simple coincidence, or—

“It was my brother, wasn’t it?” I said, glancing down at my phone. “He tracked me.”

Kayden bit his lip and looked away. It made him look annoyingly sexy.

“That’s the boring answer, but yes,” he admitted.

“Figures.”

“He sent us to see how you were,” Bishop went on. “In light of… well…”

Right on time, the bad memories began flooding back. My frown deepened.

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