Not Your Loyal Little Sidekick

Summary

In my family, we were all supporting characters.

My oldest brother, Donovan, was the polished heir to a New York dynasty, the kind of man who’d drop a million dollars on a whim for the story’s heroine.

My second brother, Emmett, was the brilliant, aloof surgeon who would drop everything to be by her side at a moment’s notice.

And my third brother, Flynn, was her childhood friend, the hot-headed protector who’d ruin anyone who dared to upset her.

According to the script, I was supposed to be the heroine’s loyal sidekick, her faithful lackey.