A Taste of Limoncello (Love on the Rocks, #2)

Three best friends: one I pined for, one I slept with, and one I’ve been quietly married to in my head for years.
Spencer is the first, my childhood accomplice, the object of my teenage fantasies, and the man I’ve never quite stopped wanting. And in a few short weeks, I’ll be standing at his wedding, watching him marry someone else.
Not at all devastating.
Dax is the second, a later addition to my life. Unshakably steady. Exceedingly protective. And generous, always, in meeting my every need. Even those of the one-night-favor variety meant to cure me of best friend number one.
Spoiler alert. It complicates things.
Now we’re crossing Italy together ahead of Spencer’s wedding. Which somehow means road trips in tiny cars, towels the size of rags, lemon-scented mishaps, and exactly one bed.
Which also means not falling into his arms. Especially not his bed… again. Or heaven forbid, against a lemon tree.
Why, you ask?
We’re just friends. That’s the verdict. Because unrequited love has always been my third and most steadfast best friend.
But by the time I leave Italy, at least one of them won’t be mine anymore.