Falling for Foster...Again

I was finally confessing to my best friend how I-a divorced, single mom just dipping my toes back into dating-had fallen for Foster...again. The kicker? I never told her about the first time.

Foster Montgomery. Her hot, younger brother.

Once upon a time, we had a thing-if you could even call it that. Back in high school, Foster made sure we stayed a secret, sneaking around like I was some shameful mistake he didn't want the world to see. It stung-every whispered promise, every stolen moment t...