I am finally over my crush on Duke—completely done. He's always been like a big brother to me...a big brother with abs of steel, a heart of gold, and those dimples that make my heart rate double whenever he smiles. But as far as Duke's concerned, I'll always be his best friend Chris's little sister—the little girl who dunked his Darth Vader action figure in Elmer's glue and glitter. Even if Duke noticed me, it wouldn't matter. I'm so off limits I may as well be wearing an outfit made entirely of caution tape. We both know Chris would enlist a special-ops tactical team to hunt him down if he ever pursued anything beyond friendship with me. Good thing I'm over Duke. One hundred percent attraction-free, that's me. Well, mostly...until I accidentally send him one of my usual scrambled texts (thank you, autocorrect)...and he thinks I'm hitting on him. I'm mortified enough to momentarily consider relocating someplace obscure like Greenland. I can never show my face around town again. I'll buy a parka and an ice pick and learn to love fish...a lot. But then Duke answers my text... Am I dreaming? He's not mad. He's not even making fun of me. In fact, it seems like he might be flirting back I guess I might not be completely over this crush after all. Just don't tell my brother.