Weston Kincaid was my first . . . everything.
My brother’s best friend should have come with a warning label. The man was a cautionary tale and we were the ill-fated cliche. 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 left and I was forced to pick up the pieces of my broken heart.
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 friend’s life. As if all that isn’t bad enough, he has it in his determined, arrogant head that we should pick up where we left off. But this time, it’ll take more than devouring looks and the rush of his touch to temp me back into his bed. And my heart? Not an option.
He’s about to figure out, I’m not the same girl he left behind.

I have a certain set of rules I try to live by. Rules that have always served me well. Until now . . .
Rule one: Don’t have sex with someone you work with. Rule two: Don’t have sex with your friend’s ex-boyfriend. Rule three: Don’t have sex with your best friend who also happens to be the same ex-boyfriend of your friend. Rule four: Don’t ever, under any circumstances, fall in love with your best friend.
I guess it’s safe to say, I officially broke all four of my rules.
Doctor Andrew Albright. Sexy, arrogant, insanely gorgeous, and eternally off-limits. Not only is he still in love with my friend, his ex, but he’s my rock. My perfect best friend. The one person I cannot lose under any circumstances. Especially when my life has a habit of falling apart on a regular basis.
But one mercy kiss later, to save me from an awkward situation, and suddenly everything changes. He flirts relentlessly. Corners me in dark hallways. Throws me panty-melting stares that render me helpless. I crossed the uncrossable line. Broke every damn rule.
Now our perfect friendship is falling apart.
And he’s doing everything he can to keep it that way . . .

It starts out as a bet.
A way to forget about my latest in a string of bad relationships and move on. I know it’s a mistake. My head and heart are just not into the game. Especially when I have a terrible knack for picking the wrong men.
Then I see him.
The gorgeous man in the dark suit, drowning his sorrows in a glass of scotch is only supposed to be one night of fun. No strings. Zero expectations. No one gets hurt.
And when I wake up alone the next morning, it appears I’ve gotten everything I was after. That is until I find the shiny gold cufflinks he left behind. Oh, and discover that he’s my new boss.
But with our ugly pasts still heavy on our shoulders, it should be easy to stay away from each other. To be one hundred percent professional. To ignore the way his heated glances set my skin ablaze, even from across the room. Yep. Impervious is my new middle name. Even if tempting is his . . .