Page 97 of Love in Riverbend
Life is safe and predictable. After all, Riverbend doesn’t exactly have a roaring social life or an influx of women looking to be the wife of a farmer.
Hold on.
I’m not looking for a wife—or even a girlfriend.
When my best friend tells me that his little sister, Devan, is moving back to Riverbend to teach science, I envision the little girl with pigtails, freckles, and an annoying urge to be wherever her older brother was. Of course, that was twelve years ago when she was ten years old.
Newsflash. Devan is no longer a child.
Imagine my shock when I learn that she is the woman who disappeared after one passionate kiss—one I couldn’t get out of my head.
Once I realize Devan is my mystery woman, I can’t walk away.
The problem is that she’s my best friend’s little sister, ten years younger than I am, and definitely off-limits.
What will it mean for my friendship if I pursue my feelings?
Can one kiss change everything?
Have you been Aleatha’d?
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ONE KISS is a stand-alone, age-gap, best-friend’s-sister, small-town, forbidden contemporary romance set in Riverbend, Indiana, and one of Aleatha’s Lighter Ones. Sit back and enjoy the hijinks as Justin’s safe and predictable world is turned upside down.
Chapter 1
Devan
Letting out a long breath, I plop down on the couch in our apartment and sigh. Marilyn, my best friend and roommate shakes her head.
“Hmm,” I say.
Marilyn starts to laugh. “You know, you could just talk without all the drama and sound effects.”
“What fun would that be?”
Marilyn and I have been friends since before kindergarten. Neither one of us resembles the little girls we were. Well, there are subtle similarities. Her dark chocolate hair and bright blue eyes. My blond hair and light brown eyes. However, the differences are evident. While her DD cup is much larger than my B cup, we’ve both grown up. And through it all, we are there for one another.
Our first period.
Our first kiss.
Our first date.
Our first heartbreak.
Graduation.
College.
Everything.
Marilyn sets her phone on the side table and plucks the earbuds from her ears. “Okay, Drama Devan, spill.”
“I got a call from Mr. Sams.”
“He called you? What is wrong with people from Riverbend? Don’t they know that no one calls anymore? It’s all text messages or email.”
