She makes the rules. I break them.
I need a vacation more than I need air. A week by myself at my family’s vacation home in Maine is perfect.
Except Jane Matthews is there. I don’t recognize her at first because the smokin’ hot woman with a librarian vibe is nothing like the Jane I remember. She’s one of my little sister’s friends, and I barely noticed her back in high school.
Now, it’s nigh impossible to ignore her. Sparks fly between us every time we’re near each other. When we get snowed in and Jane asks me a favor—a big favor—I don’t know if I can say no.
She says we just have the week. That we can’t tell anyone. That we’ll forget each other after it’s over. She’s wrong about everything.