One guest house. One week. One slow-burn disaster waiting to happen. Dean Whitaker has zero interest in weddings, fairy lights, or the perky woman currently turning his guest house into a scented-candle crime scene. He’s a divorce attorney. He thrives on prenups, logic, and not getting glitter on his suits. Poppy Monroe is a wedding planner with a checklist for everything—except how to survive living next door to a hot, brooding, tightly wound lawyer—aka the groom’s brother. They’re opposites in every way—except for the undeniable chemistry neither of them wants to talk about. Their survive one week of wedding chaos. Her sunshine and glitter pens. His whiskey and restraint. Opposites attract. Then they combust.