PROLOGUE
NOAH
TEN YEARS EARLIER
“Mmm…yes. You’re a dirty girl.”
“Yes, I am. Spank me harder, Mr. Plumber.”
What the fuck? I groan, then slam my laptop closed. I’ve resorted to watching porn to get the woman I love but can never have out of my head. I don’t know why I try because it never works.
Being in love with your best friend, who also happens to be married to your cousin, is the worst kind of torture. I kick myself daily for not telling Katie how I felt before Gabe swooped in and asked her out. That was six years ago, and now, they’re expecting a baby boy.
It’s another Friday night spent alone in my room. My sister, Gemma, is out, and my dad’s already asleep. He owns the only garage in town and works long hours. My mother passed away when we were kids, so it’s only been the three of us.
When I ask him why he hasn’t dated, he says it’s impossible to replace your soul mate. I know he means well, but I wish he’d find love again because then I’d have hope of finding someone after I lost my chance with Katie.
Noah
How you feeling tonight?
I text Katie to see if she’s still awake. We haven’t talked much this week because she’s taking it easy since her due date is next month.
Katie
Been having Braxton Hicks on and off, which sucks. It’s too soon for him to come, so hopefully, they quit soon, and I can actually get some sleep.
Noah
What does your doctor say about it?
Katie
That it’s normal and to monitor them in case it turns into active labor.
Noah
Are you all set to go to the hospital if it is?
Katie
Well, my bag is packed, but Gabe isn’t home tonight. I’ve been texting him, but he’s out with the guys, probably playing poker and drinking.
What the fuck? Is she serious?
Noah
If you need me, call me, okay? I’ll be right over.
Katie
I know you will be. Thanks, Noah. I’m gonna try to get some sleep now.
My hands ball into fists at the thought of her left alone. I don’t think twice about putting on my shoes and going to my truck. I know exactly where Gabe is—and it isn’t at a buddy’s house playing cards.
I’ve heard rumors that he’s cheating, but without proof, I can’t say anything and risk being wrong.
Gabe and I are the same age, but we don’t have the best relationship. He moved to town the summer before our junior year and merged himself into my circle. Though Katie is a year younger than me, we were inseparable. But that changed when she and Gabe got serious. He proposed when she was nineteen, and they got hitched the next year.