Meet cute gone wrong… or Maybe just right?
Take One: I met Parker Reeves when I was seventeen. We shared a few unforgettable hours, but I told so many lies he doesn’t recognize me the next time we meet.
Take Two: A decade later, I’m the definition of a hot mess—soaking wet, stranded, and pulled from the ocean by none other than Parker.
He’s all rugged hero, firefighter instincts on full blast, and the kind of grumpy that’s unfairly attractive. The list of reasons why falling for him is a bad bet for me is longer than a country mile.
My baggage could fill a firehouse, and his growl is almost as fierce as his protective streak. But when I’m with him? For the first time, I feel safe.
And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.
