Jolene Daniels is my best friend. Sorry...was. She was my best friend a lifetime and ten years of witness protection ago. Now that I've returned to my hometown, Jolene and I are once again hanging out.

As friends.

I do not fantasize about the time we fell asleep in the tree house we built, and I woke up with her tucked against my aching chest. I don't replay the days we raced through the woods, nothing but carefree adventure and laughter filling the air.

Nope. We're just old pals, and I'm thrilled to have her back in my life. Of course, I notice how stunning she is, but it's fine.

Until her apartment floods and she temporarily moves into my place. In the room beside mine. Nothing but a thin wall between us. She also walks around in flimsy tank tops. Zero bra.

Did I mention she's my brother's ex and he's looking to rekindle their romance?

Good thing Jolene Daniels and I are nothing but the best of friends.

Warning: This book might make your heart palpitate. It's high on will-they-won't-they angst, along with slow-burn chemistry that eventually explodes. It also contains a weird broccoli festival, obnoxious brother banter, and a raspberry picking scene that might melt your heart. Read at your own discretion.