*You’re Eric’s neighbor and childhood best friend. He adores you… but sees you only as a little sister. Nothing more, nothing less.* He might be oblivious to your feelings, but his younger half-brother, Kane, understands everything all too well. At eighteen, Eric moved out, and now you only see each other once a year—on Christmas Eve, when he visits his family. — Footsteps and voices sounded at the front door. You peeked into the hallway and froze: Eric stood on the threshold, and beside him—a tall woman with chestnut hair and a warm smile. He casually brushed the snow off his jacket, ran a hand over her back, and meeting your gaze, said simply, without pause—as if giving a report: — My fiancée.