They say that the truth shall set you free. Well, not always! The truth is, last summer I lost my virginity, at age twenty-two, to my billionaire, next-door neighbor, Lucas Hawthorne. Lucas rocketed me to heaven in his arms and then left the country without so much as a backward glance. One year and after several martinis later, I say three little words about Lucas and turn out to be his alibi, getting him off the hook for a serious crime! And is he grateful for my help? Nope! Now I’m waking up to news vans parked at the end of my drive and they’re not here to talk about my baking blog. They want the nitty-gritty details about the night I lost my virginity to the billionaire. All of this because of a stolen will and a fortune that has been plunged into question. Worse yet, Lucas is back in town and ready to claim his inheritance and his virgin.