I don't even like him.

I just slept with him.

Lynx Grove was supposed to be a one-night mistake.

Tall, rich, ridiculously hot—and emotionally unavailable in the most annoying, infuriating way.

But I was in a mood. And he was... there. With his jawline, and his charm, and his stupid rules about "no kissing."

So we broke a few rules. And then I made a new one: 

Never see Lynx Grove again.

That lasted about thirty seconds.

Now he's my boss.

My roommate.

And the very last man I should ever, ever fall in love with.

But love doesn't care about logic.

Love doesn't follow rules.

Love laughs in the face of my perfectly planned, safe little life—and then sets it on fire.