Reasons Luke Stone is off-limits: He’s a cop. I have a criminal past. His favorite pastime is pulling me over for speeding. Driving fast makes me feel free. He’s maddeningly hot. I am off men. He’s my boss’ brother. If they discover my resume is fake, I’ll get fired. He knows I’m hiding something, and he’s determined to find out what. So when my boss orders me to cat sit at his place while he whisks his bride away on honeymoon, the last person I expect to share the responsibility with is Luke Stone, a.k.a. the hot-as-hell heartthrob cop. Surviving a month under the same roof as him will be impossible. He’s infuriating. He eats all my snacks, makes constant innuendos, and walks around half-naked, flaunting those rock-hard abs and bulging biceps, making my mouth water. They say the line between love and hate is fine. All I know is I’ll either end up killing him or sleeping with him. God, I hope it’s the first one.