Sons of Chance
Book 6.75

Smitten by his best friend’s sister...

Langford Hutchinson, known to everyone as Hutch, loves taking risks. But dating his best friend’s sister was never one of them. Except he and Katrina Bledsoe are temporarily back in town, and Katrina’s big not.She’s visiting her widowed mom and Hutch is helping his recently widowed dad with the general store. Once Katrina admits to a long-standing crush, Hutch can’t resist a golden opportunity. Her brother never needs to know.

Katrina’s idolized Hutch ever since she used to tag along behind him and her brother. Now she buys all his videos—daredevil antics that have earned him a considerable online following. The prospect of a fling with Hutch when her brother’s not around to interfere captures her imagination. It won’t get serious. They’re too invested in their careers to settle down. She’s only satisfying her curiosity. Right?


“I guess the first time I noticed you was the summer between my junior and senior year.”
She pointed a finger at him. “And I’ll bet I can guess when. It was the day my mother made you, Nash and Jack take me along to the swimming hole. I’d been driving her crazy and she wanted me out of her hair.”
“That’s the day, all right. You wore a bright yellow bikini.” He could still picture her in it. The memory had an effect on him even now, and his groin tightened.
“My mother had no idea that’s what I had on under my jeans and tank top. She thought I’d worn the virginal white one-piece she’d bought me in Jackson. When Nash saw that bikini, he was not happy.”
“I was.”
“Really? Then why did you treat me like a bratty little tagalong all day?”
He took a fortifying sip of his beer and set it back on the scarred wooden table. “Because you were Nash’s little sister, and if he’d guessed what I was thinking, he would have cleaned my clock.”
She gazed at him in obvious fascination. “You wanted me back then?”
“With the heat of a thousand suns.”
“Damn it, Hutch! If I’d known that, it would have changed my entire image of myself. My high school career would have been completely different. It would have—”
“Landed us both in a heap of trouble. You were fifteen. You weren’t ready for the kind of action I had in mind.” He should probably stop talking about this. The more he did, the more this little booth warmed up, and he didn’t have a plan.
“Meanwhile you were a worldly seventeen.” She took another drink of her beer. “I’ll bet you were still a virgin.”
“No, I wasn’t.” He hadn’t meant to say that, but there was no taking it back, now.
“Is that so?” Her eyebrows lifted. “Do I know her?”
“A gentleman doesn’t discuss such things.”

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