Both Heath and Mace went on to become lawyers and took over their father’s firm. I suppose I am the odd one out when it comes to the four of us. I didn’t have to ask Mace how he feels about me because I know he finds me annoying and ditzy. Mace is quieter than Heath, and he’s always accusing me of everything. Mace and Heath are a few years older than us, but we were all raised together. When it comes to holidays and events, they are always celebrated together. Our parents even bought beach houses next to each other. They hit it off and quickly made the Monroe twins a permanent fixture in our lives. We grew up with the Monroe brothers since our moms met in a group for mothers with twins. The madder he gets, the more I want to keep doing it. I don’t know why it makes him so dang mad, but I’ve seen other people do it and he’ll laugh it off. I often call Mace Heath to get a reaction out of him. I can always tell them apart, though, not that they know that. The same can’t be said about Heath and his twin Mace because the pair of them are in suits more often than not. It’s not often that people mix us up, and if they do, it’s more a slip of the tongue. While we might be identical twins, we dress completely opposite, and even our mannerisms are different. With Meadow and me, we’re a bit easier to tell apart. I don’t know why, but I’m more annoyed with him today than usual. When did he grow a beard? It only appears to be a few days old, but it’s hot on his stupid, distracting face. I jerk my gaze away from his ruggedly handsome face. What’s with all the questions? I snap, and Mace’s brows pull together. Is that really your text alert or is there a cat in your bag? He’ll only slow me down, and I don’t need any distractions because I can admit I’m easily distracted. Well, on mine and Mace’s laps, but I can do this solo.

I’d made a quick escape from my sister's now-fiancé Heath’s office after they dropped this wedding in my lap. So where should we start? Mace asks as he steps onto the elevator with me. When it comes to my sister, everything is planned to the last detail.

I’m the one with random crazy ideas, not Meadow. Not some small intimate wedding either, down at the family beach house. To one of the guys we’re supposed to loathe.

After a week of dating, which is a term I’m going to use loosely in this situation, she decides she wants to get married next weekend. With all her lists and well-laid plans, now she goes and flips the script.

Branding the virgin by alexa riley