Made for You (The Best Mistake 2)

Brynn narrowed her eyes just slightly on this gorgeous woman who was her brother-in-law’s baby sister, her sister’s new best friend, and…Will’s houseguest.

She should like Jenna. She didn’t have any reason not to like Jenna.

But she didn’t have to like that Jenna looked like a Victoria’s Secret model and was sleeping down the hall from Brynn’s man.

Nor was Brynn crazy about the fact that Sophie and Jenna were so buddy-buddy. It had always been just Brynn and Soph, and now there was a newcomer who had New York written all over her designer clothes and smug attitude. And did the woman even have pores?

The sad fact was, Brynn was jealous. Brutally so.

Not just because everyone in Brynn’s life seemed to be a card-carrying member of the Jenna fan club (to which Brynn hadn’t even been invited), but because Jenna was so damn confident.

Brynn wanted that.

But then, Jenna probably hadn’t ever sat alone at a lunch table, or been asked by the popular kids to hand out party invitations to a party she wasn’t invited to.

Jenna probably hadn’t had to transfer schools because some immature jerk spread rumors that she’d made a “fat sex tape.”

Kids could be cruel.

But she bet they hadn’t been cruel to Jenna.

“So how long are you staying with Will?” Brynn asked, taking a small sip of wine and deliberately avoiding Jenna’s question as to who else might have seen Brynn’s tattoo.

“I fly out Tuesday morning. Just came in to check up on the brothers, and escape the wretched summers in the city.”

“Ah yes, New York,” Brynn said, helping herself to some of Sophie’s dip. “You’ve lived there awhile?”

“A few years. I’ve moved around quite a bit, but New York seems to be the one that fits. For now.”

“But all your family’s here…You must have a boyfriend there?”

Brynn hoped nobody would notice that her knuckles were white around her glass.

Just tell me you haven’t slept with Will. Tell me he didn’t lie to me.

To Brynn’s surprise, Jenna’s features softened slightly for a moment, and she went from edgy sexpot to vulnerable girl.

Sophie gave a little cackle. “Jenna’s

in love with a New Yor-kah and she hates to admit it.”

“Your New York accent is terrible,” Jenna said. Her feet shifted imperceptibly, almost as though she was nervous. “He’s just…he’s a good guy. I don’t know that I’m in love.”

Ah. Jenna’s eyes flicked to Brynn for a moment, and for some reason something clicked between them, as though they were on the same page. Somehow Brynn knew that Jenna was in love. But she didn’t know if the guy was in love with her.

And without that validation, she wasn’t admitting anything. Not even to herself.

Brynn couldn’t blame Jenna. Especially not after what had happened with James. Although in hindsight she was thinking she reaaaaallly should have been more upset about that. Instead it had taken her all of a haircut, a new pair of pants, and sex with an enemy to snap her out of it. In about a week.

“I’m sleeping with Will.”

Brynn immediately slapped her hand over mouth as soon as she said it, her eyes automatically flying to sister. Sophie slowly straightened, the chip she’d been dipping forgotten. Brynn searched Sophie’s face, but while her already big eyes were extra huge, she didn’t look completely surprised.

She looked worried.

“How long has this been going on?” Sophie asked, fixing a fake smile on her face.

“Since, you know…this,” Brynn said, waving a hand over her hair and her uncharacteristically skimpy attire.