The Little Things

I grew up with the Buchanan twins. Wreaking havoc. Playing hockey. Causing chaos. Almost all of my memories involve Archer and Maverick. Then I started dating one of them. Archer Buchanan is perfect. He’s sweet. Attentive. Passionate. He’s everything a girl could ask for in a boyfriend. And I love him so much. The problem is…I love his twin brother even more.

I'd almost feel bad for being interested in Dylan and stepping on Everett's toes if he didn't have a leg up in the situation, already. Everett’s been a family friend of Dylan’s for her entire life, and I’m an outsider. I’m also too much of a jerk to back off after Dylan gives me a taste of her innocence. So. Damn. Sweet. Besides, she’s cute when she blushes, and I’ve never been afraid to go after what I want, even if it means putting my future on the line.

Moving in with the infamous Everett Taylor was not on my bingo card. But after my ex hit me and then left me on the side of the road, I had no one else to call. Everett is bossy and moody and controlling. He’s also my ex’s hockey rival, my new very fake boyfriend. The plan is to keep me safe until my ex gets bored and leaves me alone. But when a game of spin the bottle in front of my ex turns into a full blown make out session with my new roommate? Well, let’s just say I can see why the guy can have any girl he wants.

Riding shotgun to face my boyfriend wasn't exactly on my bingo card... Especially when the man behind the wheel is the one my boyfriend demanded I cut ties with. Griffin Thorne is LAU's hockey captain, my brother's best friend, and my roommate. He's also the only person I can rely on at the moment, even though he hates me after I followed through my boyfriend's...suggestion. To be fair, I get it. Why he hates me. In a way, I hate me too. But as long as this impromptu road trip stays our little secret, everything will be fine. Maybe. Hopefully.

I should've known Tatum Taylor was nothing but a pretty little liar when I caught her trying to sneak into my concert. After I let her into the arena, then saw her in the crowd, I couldn't help but invite her onto the stage and take a birthday shot with her. We spent one night together before I asked for her number and she warned me to keep my distance. She's engaged, after all. Or so I thought, until we run into each other again.