Jester by D. Williams

I fell in love with the girl next door in high school. She's been sleeping in my bed since we were teens, and no one knew a thing. Our parents are so close; they're family, and that's the problem.

We're viewed as family and, therefore, can't ever be together, or at least that's what she's using as an excuse. Her determination to fight our love has caused a drift that the club is starting to notice.

We've been attached at the hip since we could walk, and now we can barely stand to be in the same room together. Something needs to change before we both explode and the club becomes collateral damage.

How do you convince a red-headed Irish woman, she's wrong?

You can't.

You have to show her