But my life just landed in a blender and my head is still spinning. So when Harlow Hartley comes jackknifing into my world like a tornado, I try to steer clear. She's my sister's best friend. She's having a tough time right now, and I was asked to let her move in with me until she can get on her feet. With Low at the house, dripping with attitude, dancing around in those tight jeans, that T-shirt that stretches in all the right places, I'm ready to lose what's left of my mind. Sure she's beautiful and smart, but she's mouthy and feisty as can be. As tempted as I am to try to land my mouth over hers, my sister made it clear that Low is off limits. As much as I'd like to think that's a good thing, I can't seem to shake the need to have her. Maybe it's time to scratch that itch–something quick and dirty that takes the edge off for the both of us and we can call it a day. But nothing in life is ever that simple–sometimes your heart gets in the way.