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Chapter 1

The sound of tires screeching and an engine roaring had Hannah Sawyer jolting to attention in the parking lot From silence to thunder, and in less time than it took her to blink

Before her, her brother and his dick of a best friend’s coht And by co’ It was a co five million square feet of reflective s that made her eyes burn as the sun reflected upon the shades, where y coed on episodes of the Jetsons In fact, she thought even George would be amazed by ent down in these halloalls

Before she could shake her head in surprise—yet again—that her older brother was co-owner of this insanity, she glowered as a bright, cherry-red car squealed to a halt at the front doors

The squeal was followed by a rip-roaring holler that she inized

Aidan, her brother was cool and calm Not exactly staid, because still waters certainly ran deep, but very chill In co as hell

Hannah loved her brother He was a confidante, always had been, and they’d been close since they were little despite the five-year age gap This company was a vital part of him, and his work took up s that would have any iddy, like season tickets to his favorite teams—with private boxes and front row seats where it eek

James Arias, however, worked on a whole other scale

Bland, boring… no Those were not words that would ever describe James Mainly because he was an adrenaline junkie par none Throw in the fact he could buy and sell the President of the United States, was renowned for his engineering flair and his ability to throild party… well, everyone looked uncool in comparison to James

Not that she approved

The guy was a jerk

It didn’t matter how many holiday dinners he attended at her parents’ house Once a jerk, always a jerk Even if said jerk looked ridick cute in the fugly sweater she’d bought hilowed thanks to a battery pack he had to same to wear that monstrosity, but it didn’t mean she had to like him