Page 2 of My Best Friend's Billionaire Brother
“I had my first dress fitting yesterday, and,” she rolls her eyes as if having a spiritual encounter, “god, is it going to look incredible on a beach.”
Chloe and Turner are having a destination wedding in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, only four short months from now. May is supposedly one of the best times to get married there. Chloe has always dreamt of a beach vacation. Besides, it’s a short jump from there to Turner and Chloe’s honeymoon in Costa Rica where they’ll be hiking in the wilderness, ziplining, and sliding down waterfalls.
“It’s all going to be so beautiful,” I assure her with a nod.
“Chloe!” a voice calls, and she pivots.
“You made it!” she exclaims as a tall, slender man approaches. He’s dressed in a dark blue suit, and his brown, wavy hair is just long enough to be sexy, butshort enough to be professional. I scan him up and down, about to make a mental note to grill Chloe about this man later when suddenly … recognition slowly creeps over me.
Shit. No. It can’t be.
He leans down to give Chloe a hug, the height difference between them oddly hilarious. He straightens and turns his gaze on me. I feel a shiver run through me, although from what emotion, I’m unsure. He looks so different. So … unlike the boy I used to know.
William Summers. Chloe’s brother, and the only man to have ever broken my heart.
Chapter 2
Will
Even after all these years away, Boston still feels like home. Driving through the busy streets on my way to my sister’s engagement party, that was the reigning thought in my head. After five years away, living on the west coast as a financial advisor for a large company, I finally moved back just a month ago to take over as the CFO for my parents’ multi-million-dollar wealth management business. It was something I’d always considered, but after their CFO retired earlier this year, and since I was feeling a bit lonely out in California, here I am. Back in Boston, running my parents’ company, and living in the city I grew up in.
Walking into the Boston Public Library, I’m immediately greeted by old family and friends. Thefestivities surrounding Chloe’s wedding have been a great excuse for extended family to get together, catch up, and celebrate. Almost more like a family reunion.
I scan the crowd, searching for Turner. My best friend from college, I’d introduced him and Chloe two years ago when I’d been back in town for Christmas. Apparently they’d immediately hit it off but had been too scared to tell me they were dating until six months in. Turner knew how protective I can be over my sister, and honestly, if it weren’t for the maturing I’d seen with my own two eyes on his part, that protective streak probably would have reared its ugly head. But their relationship had grown on me, and now here we all are. My best friend and my sister getting married.
One of the first friendly faces I recognize is Asher King, one of my fraternity brothers from college. He, Turner, and I were practically inseparable back in the day. He’s since started an incredibly successful company with his brothers, gotten married, and has a child on the way.
“Will!” He exclaims, crossing the room, a gorgeous blonde who I recognize as his wife, Olivia, beside him.
We hug, and I turn to hug Olivia as well. She’s definitely far enough along now that her pregnancy is visible. And she’s positively glowing.
“Congratulations, you guys,” I say with a wide smile. “Really, it’s so exciting.”
Olivia beams, her hand moving to her stomach instinctively.
“We’re excited,” Asher says to me, although his eyes are locked on Olivia’s, his smile infectious.
A clap on the back has me spinning around to see a grinning Turner, who pulls me in for a hug.
“Hey, man,” I say.
He turns to greet Asher and Olivia, and then the four of us are huddled together chatting. I gesture around the room. “Nice party.”
Turner shrugs. “Only the best for your sister.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t I know it?”
He chuckles. “Go say hi to her—she’s over there with her maid of honor.” He nods to his left, and I follow his gaze to see Chloe in a fluffy, whiteparty dress.
“I probablyshouldgo see my sister, shouldn’t I?” I say, saying a quick goodbye to Asher and his wife, promising to catch up with them later.
“Chloe!” I call, heading in her direction.
She turns when she hears her name, and as she does, she steps aside just far enough for me to see who she was talking to. And it nearly stops me in my tracks.
My breath catches in my throat, and it takes everything in me not to halt my stride and simply stare at her.
Josie Donovan. My sister’s best friend from childhood. Damn, I haven’t seen her in a long time. And holy shit does it show. Last time I saw her, Josie was a short, frizzy-haired, little nuisance. And now … well, she’s still short, but that dress is hugging her curves in all the right places, and her eyes are this piercing dark green—have they always been that green?
