Jonathon Turner is going to be the death of me. Maybe not the death of
me...but my panties for sure! They seem to disintegrate the moment he
touches me. Looks at me. Smiles at me. Talks to me. It's more than
physical. He's breaking through an impenetrable wall.
There's a problem, though - he's younger than me. Six. Years. Younger.
Let's not forget he's also one of my brother's best friends.
Oh, the other problem I forgot to mention...I never wanted to fall in
love again. But you know what they say...never say never.