I made a horrible mistake.
At my class reunion, I kissed Owen Conrad—my sworn enemy of over ten years.
The former baseball player is my opposite in every way. Where I’m organized and considerate of others, he’s chaotic and selfish. Where I’m polite and dependable, he’s brash and flaky.
The one thing we have in common is that we’re both teachers at Sapphire Creek High School, so I can add “co-workers” to the list of reasons I should not have kissed him.
I blame the champagne, but he doesn’t buy it.
