Some mistakes are worth making....I shouldn't want her.

I shouldn't even be looking.

I came to my family's lake house to disappear for a few quiet weeks after law school.

No expectations. No distractions. No temptation.

Then I walked into the kitchen and found Alexandra Bryant.

She's not the girl I remember. She's all dark hair, freckles, bare legs, and confidence-standing there like she owns the space and every thought in my head. She's grown up in every way that matters. And she's the one woman I should never want.

She's basically family.

She's off-limits.

And she's under the same roof.

The lake turns slow and dangerous. Nights stretch too long. Every look lingers. Every touch feels intentional. I tell myself I have control-that I won't cross the line.

But control is a lie I keep telling myself.

And some mistakes start feeling inevitable the moment you stop pretending you don't want them.

Because the real danger isn't breaking the rules-

It's realizing I'd risk everything just to see what happens if I do.