Jaxon Hayes is everything I despise. Arrogant. Self-serving. A nature-hater who’s come to Kitchi Falls for one purpose—to purchase and develop a piece of protected lakefront property. Does he care that it’s currently being used for a children’s community rowing program run by yours truly? Of course not, because Jaxon Hayes clearly doesn’t care about kids, or rainbows, or anything that doesn’t make him money. Unfortunately, Jaxon Hayes, aka “Jax” to his friends, among whom I gladly do not count myself, also walks with a swagger worthy of an ex-Army Ranger. His presence fills every room he enters, and Jaxon’s good-looks are difficult to ignore. My stupid traitor’s body responds to him even as my mind repels the thought of giving him any extra attention. Finding myself in a changing room at a beach lido with Mr. Ex-Ranger after we’re both invited to a destination wedding in Sicily changes everything. I can’t forget the memory of his very expert touch, no matter how hard I try. Thoughts of how he made my body sing in Sicily follow me back to New York’s Finger Lakes where my dreams are haunted by the man who’s humanity I’d glimpsed. A man determined to make me continue hate him despite the fact that—horrors of all horrors—I may be falling in love with him too.