Cocky. Brooding. Dominant disaster. My worst enemy has an evil smirk with my name on it.
The bad guy’s name is Dane Dixon. Football hero. Everyone’s high school crush. Abs and nerves of pure steel. So arrogant he can’t see just how much I hate him. And he’s come back home to torture me.
I’m a big girl now. I can handle one broad-shouldered egomaniac who won’t take “no” for an answer. But he’s stuck on me like glue, the kind that makes me light-headed. Each of his possessive glares and protective touches erases one more thing I hate about him. Until all I have left to hate is how hard I’m falling for him.
Getting in bed with the enemy should never feel this right. Nothing so wrong should ever make me tingle so good. His stubble scratches my porcelain skin. But it’s our past that will cut me wide open.
We can’t do this. I hate myself for loving him. He still loves that I hate him. We’re a tangled mess and a perfect disaster.
Dane Dixon is either the last thing I’d ever want, or the last man I’ll ever need.