Climbing Kilimanjaro? No thank you.
Climbing it with Miller West? Absolutely f***ing not.
A full week without showers, a real bed or Internet was bad enough. Spending it with my family’s sworn enemy—the unbearably smug, indecently handsome Miller West—is a bridge too far.
I’m determined to remain enemies, even if sparring with him is my favorite thing in the world. Even if he’s hell-bent on protecting me, whether I need it or not, and surprisingly kind, no matter how awful I am to him.
But eight days is a long time to hate someone you’re sleeping next to.
Especially when you suspect you never hated him at all.
And what happens on Kilimanjaro stays on Kilimanjaroright?
