Dashiell Abernathy didn’t believe in love at first sight.

So when his younger brother Leander introduced his fiancée three years ago, Dashiell expected to feel nothing. Maybe mild approval if she was suitable. Maybe skepticism if she was a gold digger.

He didn’t expect his entire world to tilt on its axis.

“Dashiell, this is Liora,” Leander said, his face radiating happiness. “Liora, my brother Dashiell.”

She extended her hand. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you. Leander talks about you constantly.”

Her hand was soft. Warm. And the moment Dashiell’s fingers closed around hers, something primal roared to life in his chest.

Mine.

The thought was immediate. Irrational. Impossible.

She...