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Fate doesn’t always happen overnight.
Hudson Bradley is the cockiest, most stubborn, hard-headed man I’ve ever known. And for fifteen years, he’s been my brother’s best friend.
But lately, what I’m feeling for him isn’t friendship at all.
Why is my heart racing every time his blue eyes lock on mine?
If I hadn’t given up on love altogether, Hudson would have been perfect for me. After all, he was there the day my world fell apart. He’s spent the last six years piecing me back together.
There are a million reasons why we could never work, but after a single kiss, I can’t remember any of them.
Now that the time is right, I have to make him mine—before I lose him forever.
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I blew every red light on the way to her parents’ house.
Dread souring in my gut.
I’d been driving around town, searching for her for over an hour, and was now making the loop a second time. My phone was blowing up with texts and calls from her family, but with nothing new to report, I ignored them.
I was running out of time.
He was running out of time, and she didn’t even know it yet.
He couldn’t die. For fuck’s sake, I’d talked to Brenden just that morning. We’d made plans to meet up with the rest of our crew and grab a burger for dinner. It was rare when Lauren and I were able to get out at the same time now that we had Jack, but damn if Brenden wasn’t relentless.
Lex loved it when we were all together.
He just liked when she was happy.
It didn’t seem fair. Not for him. Not for her. He was twenty-two, already at the top of his career, and had a woman who adored him. The same woman I was about to destroy with the news of his accident.
I dialed her number for what felt like the thousandth time and lifted my phone to my ear. Straight to voicemail. Even if she had picked up, I had no idea what I would have said. This wasn’t news you shared over the phone, and I sure as hell didn’t want her behind the wheel of a car while clinging to the edge of panic.
I’d known Alexis Lawson for over a decade, but I was nowhere near qualified to deliver this kind of devastation. But if not me, then who?
His friend who had found his lifeless body still trapped beneath the four-wheeler?
The cop who had been the first on the scene and requested every medical resource available when he couldn’t find a pulse?
The EMT who had tirelessly performed CPR until the helicopter finally arrived to transport him to the hospital?
Her parents were at their beach house, and her brother Cal was a six-hour flight away at a medical conference. All of them would no doubt race home after hearing the news.
I was the only one there out of our makeshift family. It was my duty to break her heart even though the very thought of it felt like I was burning at the stake.
The world flew past me in a blur as I sped down the busy road, weaving through traffic and laying on the horn, but my mind barely registered any of it.
How was I going to do this to her?
“It doesn’t look good. You need to find her and prepare her to say goodbye.” Those were the words Brenden’s father had barely been able to utter, his voice cracking with grief as he’d explained to me when he couldn’t get Lex on the phone.
What were the syllables required to prepare someone to say goodbye? I could have read straight from every dictionary in existence and never strung together the right thing to say.
He was my friend too, and I couldn’t fathom losing him.
But he was the love of her life—there was no recovering from that kind of loss.
Maybe he’d pull through. Maybe by this time next week, we’d be having that burger, swapping stories about the day he’d almost died.
Or maybe I’d still be trapped inside this fucking truck on an endless road, unable to save him or protect her.
A wave of relief punched me in the gut as I turned into her parents’ driveway and finally saw her car. Adrenaline exploded in my veins, but it was quickly iced by the reality of what was to come.
I needed to get my shit together and be there for her during one of the hardest moments she would ever face. God forbid, if the tables were turned, Lex would have been the first person standing at my door, ready to rage against the universe, if for no other reason than to make sure I wasn’t alone. We shared no blood, but we were a family just the same.
As I threw my truck into park and then bolted up their massive front steps, my throat was so thick it felt like I was drowning. Though I had to push that aside to be her life raft.
None of this made sense.
Brenden had spent the majority of his life on two wheels. I’d never forget the first time Lex had dragged us to one of his races. I wasn’t the one on the track, but the thrill still hit me as we watched him speed around, navigating steep jumps and obstacles with pinpoint precision. Dirt bikes had never been my thing, but it was easy to see why he got off on Motocross.
He lived on the edge, but it was fucking fishing at his own pond and a four-wheeler that had shoved him over it.