Georgia Mulvaney was a force to be reckoned with. She was a fireball, a shot of whiskey. A spitfire. She was sunshine. Her smile could light up all of Sugar Valley, Tennessee, the same way it lit up my whole world.
There was just one problem. Georgia was my best friend Tucker’s little sister.
The even bigger problem? I may have been Tucker’s best friend, but I was also every big brother’s worst nightmare.
Georgia Mulvaney was off-limits to me, as forbidden as they came. But that sure as hell never stopped me from wanting her.