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The last thing either of the complicated But sometimes love has its own plans

The Summer He Came Home

Juliana Stone

Sourcebooks Casablanca

Dusk fell, bringing with it the sharp daht Cain was drunk Hell, the three of them were a sorry-ass bunch They’d sat on the beach for hours, drinking beer until there was none left Then they’da bottle of vodka as they talked crap, caught up, and reminisced about every detail of Jesse’s life

The men had kept in touch after they went their separate ways, but as was the way of it, tis Phone calls and emails became less frequent, and Cain couldn’t remember the last time he’d had an actual conversation with his friends

Mac had an State and was now an architect on the fast track to partner at a prestigious firht out of college and were never in the United States for long—ood fortune to come home, they’d spent their ti for him, and Jake had never been far from either one of them

Cain glanced at his friend and frowned Jake was in a place of transition The loss of his brother had hit him in a way that left scars beneath his skin There was a darkness inside hi twin—the light to Jesse’s intense, moody personality

It was all wrong

“So, Mr Guitar God of the Year,” Jake slurred

“Yeah” Cain grinned He couldn’t help it “Pretty damn cool” The latest issue of Guitar World had featured Cain and a host of up-and-coed the all-isteen sent hi skills

“I want raphed,” Mac joked “You should send one to your ex Let her knohat she’s ”

Cain’s lip curled “Natasha only cares about herself Trust me, she’s moved on”

Jake punched hi Sian end up with a Hollywood hottie like that?”

“Don’t ask” Cain was tight-lipped His ex-as not soain his balance and grimaced “Boys, we need food”