Dylan St. Clair is chaos. And chaos always leaves a trail of destruction in its wake. I just never expected it to be my heart he destroyed.
I've had a crush on Dylan St. Clair ever since he climbed into my bedroom window ten years ago.
Wrong window, Romeo.
I was eleven. He was seventeen.
A bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks with a chip on his shoulder and fresh bruises from his latest fight, he went on to play the starring role in all my teenage fantasies.
But I always knew he was off-limits. So, over the years, I gave up wishing and hoping we could ever be together.
Until he kissed me on a cold beach one starry winter's night.
Until he said those five words that changed everything.
I picked the wrong sister.