My brother's best friend should have come with a warning label. The man was a cautionary tale and we were the ill-fated cliché. The star quarterback to my loner art geek. But I didn't listen. Not to the warnings. Not to my instincts. I fell, and I fell hard.
Then he was gone. In the blink of an eye, I went from loving him to hating him.
A decade and a lifetime later, he's back. Only instead of being the star jock, he's now a surgeon. A sexy, irresistible surgeon who happens to save my best friend's life. And as if all that isn't bad enough, he has it in his gorgeous, arrogant head that we should pick up where we left off.
Little does he know, I'm not the same girl he left behind.