Her name is Tory Dixon.
I’ve been in love with her since I was 17.
The problem you ask?
She’s kinda my best friends mum.
His name is Weston Banks.
I’ve been pretending he doesn’t have feelings for me for the last six years.
You see, fourteen years ago, I became my nephews guardian.
And Weston, well, he’s my nephews best friend.
Which makes him ten years my junior and oh so deliciously complicated.
“Ah, can you give us a minute?” Finn’s voice sounded small and embarrassed.
“Yep, you betcha. Call out when you’re decent, we are going to be having a serious conversation as soon as clothes are back in play.” Then I re-opened the front door and stepped back out on to the porch.
A minute or two later I heard Finn call out, “Decent.” And I turned the handle and let myself back in.
My jaw dropped when I saw Nixie sitting on the couch beside Finn. Her face as beat red as his. “Wha— Ah— I’m so confused.” I stuttered. “I wish I hadn’t seen what I clearly just saw, but I’m happy to see you, Nixie.”
Her shoulders relaxed in relief, and she gave me a small finger wave, “It’s good to see you too Tory. Sorry about—” her hand gestured between the two of them, “this,” she finished.
“Me too,” I muttered.
Finn was smiling brightly, and I glared at him as I plonked down on the couch that I had not just seen him having sex on. “You’re paying to have that couch cleaned.” I told him. “I watch Netflix on that couch!” I whined. “Couldn’t you have taken it to your bedroom? I mean seriously, what made you think the couch was a good place for you two to be bumping uglies?”
Nixie’s eyes bounced between Finn and myself with a puzzled expression on her pretty face.
I stood up, “You know what, don’t answer that, I can’t deal with this today. I’m exhausted. I just got an awesome tattoo, by the way. Just so you know. I was going to surprise you with it, but you don’t get to see the awesomeness until later now.”
“You what?” Finn asked.
I held my hand up in his face, “Talk to the hand ‘cause the face ain’t listening. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go scrub my eyeballs with bleach if you don’t mind.” I told him as I walked down the hallway. Every time I closed my damn eyes I could see Finn thrusting into Nixie and I wanted to hurl.
My day couldn’t possibly get any worse. Talking sex and babies with Weston, then seeing Finn’s arse as he pumped into his ex-girlfriend on my Netflix couch. I needed a huge glass of wine and a scalding hot bath to wash it all away.
What’s 10 years in the grand scheme of things?
Victoria’s world is thrown into a tail spin at a young age, when she becomes her nephew’s guardian when his mother (and her sister) passes away. They move, and her nephew calls her mum. So, it would stand to reason that people would assume she is in fact, his mum. Well, except that the age difference would make a smart person realize there’s no way…..
Weston is a boy who has a childhood crush, that grows. He has feelings for Victoria and when he’s old enough, he let’s it be known. Sure, she fights it for a hot minute but then fate steps in and makes her realize once again that life is perhaps, too short.
This was a tale of forbidden romance. It was my first book by this author, and while it was a little slow to start, the story did pick up and eventually I could not put it down. It had just the right amount of angst, heat, love to make your heart hurt then smile.
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