I loved him as long as I can remember. A lanky boy with huge brown eyes and unruly hair. As he grew older, he became an intoxicating man who wore stubble as if he had introduced it into fashion. And his smug grin made his panties fly off. Killian Shepard. Shep. We grew up together. We played "Ghost in the Graveyard". They even created their own rock band. It didn’t matter that he was five years older than me. It didn't matter that the guy continued to look at me as a little sister even after I became a woman. None of this mattered when he left me to go off to college and start his adult life. He had to come back. Killian has always belonged to me. And he returned. But instead of the aroma of promises, it reeked of betrayal. And then he destroyed me—us—the day he married my sister. So I did what a girl in my position could do. I took revenge by marrying his brother, Cal. Now we are one big happy family.