Some would say quitting your job in the middle of a board meeting and running away to hide out with your best friend isn’t the wisest career move. But I have my reasons. Mostly. What I can’t explain is why I kiss the hot cop who stops to change my flat tire in the middle of nowhere. Definitely one of my more reckless ideas. I drive off, expecting to never see him again. But Oak Hill, North Carolina is smaller than I thought, and Ronan King seems to be everywhere I turn. Why does he have to be so helpful? So annoyingly kind? So quietly brooding? So irritatingly sexy? It’s enough to drive a girl crazy. The more I’m around him, the more he gets under my skin. So, when we’re forced to live and work together for two weeks, I’m worried for my own sanity. Resisting the temptation to strangle him—or kiss him again—might just push me over the edge.