Weston Kincaid was my first...everything.My brother's best friend should have come with a warning label. The man was a cautionary tale and we were the ill-fated clich . The star quarterback to my loner art geek. But I didn't listen. Not to the warnings. Not to my instincts. I fell, and I fell hard. Then he left and I was forced to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. A decade and a lifetime later, he's back. Only instead of being the star...