Stalking the town recluse wasn’t exactly wise. 

Davis was five years older than me…antisocial and temperamental. And there was the little fact that he didn’t know I existed. 

Still, I gave him my heart, and he crushed it.

So I picked up the pieces and ran away to New York City. I had a plan that kept my heart intact for four years.

But one phone call changed everything. 

Returning home meant facing the past…and the man who ruined me. 

I had hoped that the mountain had swallowed him whole. Alas, as I set out to help my parents, I discover he’s not only alive and well, but that they apparently love the jerk. 

He has no idea that we have a past, which is both a relief and salt in the wound.

I promise myself I’ll ignore how his eyes linger on me, or the way his touch feels like a live wire, and I’ll remember that once upon a time he broke me and for that I refuse to fall for him again.

But I can’t control that he seems to be falling for me this time.