Contemporary Romance Forbidden Love Brother's Best Friend Accidental Pregnancy Spicy

The Summer We
Never Buried

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He was my brother's best friend — the one man I was never supposed to want. That summer night, when the house fell silent and the heat was unbearable, I let him touch me where no one could see. I told myself it was a mistake, a secret I'd bury. But when my brother was hurt and he came rushing back into our lives, my little girl looked up at him with those same dark eyes and called him 'Dada.' The word hung in the air like a confession. And the way he looked at me — hungry, betrayed, and still burning — told me the secret was over, and something far more dangerous was just beginning.

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(01) — Who you'll be locked in with

Meet the cast

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Sadie

I was the quiet one, the one who stayed home and kept the garden while my brother chased the world. At twenty-four, I'm a single mother to a three-year-old girl with dark, serious eyes, and I've spent every day since that summer trying to forget the feel of his hands on my skin. I keep the secret like a bruise I press on in the dark. I never told anyone — not even him — that our daughter exists.

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Caleb

My older brother. He's been Rhys's best friend since childhood, and the reason Rhys came back to town. He was hurt in a fall on the rig — a broken leg, three cracked ribs, a concussion that left him foggy. He's always been the one who took care of me, the one who warned me away from men like Rhys, and now he's lying in a hospital bed while I'm trapped in a house with the man I've been hiding from for three years. He doesn't know what happened that summer. He can't know. But he's always been able to read me, and he's watching too closely.

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Rhys

My brother's best friend since they were ten years old. He left town at nineteen to work oil rigs, came back at twenty-one for one summer, and left again before the leaves turned. He doesn't know about the night we spent together, or the daughter who has his exact eyes and his stubborn silence. Now he's back because my brother was hurt on the same rig, and he walked into my kitchen and saw a miniature version of himself staring up from a cereal bowl. He's thirty-two, and he looks at me like he's calculating the distance between wanting and taking.

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