Just friends? Is a peach pie to the face "just" a little mishap? I know what I felt the day Quinn Faulkner saved me from death by dessert. My best friend was always The One. The Impossible. Older. Flawless. Brutally gorgeous. A small-town prince of summer crushes. Leagues above a tag-along dance nerd like me.
Years later, my uncle needs a goat wrangler. I just need an escape. What better way to flee a cheating ex and dumpster fire career? What better way to collide with the boy who got away? And now he's an atrociously hot, mysterious, overprotective beast.
Breathe in. Breathe out. I'm grown up now. Unmoved by his slayer charms and heart-stompy memories. I can't stay to unravel his darkness—or savor his vows to protect me. We're safely platonic.
Until the Ferris wheel incident. Then we're alone with a tension so thick you can chew it. Quinn kisses me like no tomorrow. Truly. Madly. All in. I wanted to piece my life back together. Will shattering the best friend zone leave us whole or heartbroken?
Contains mature themes.
