I kissed the bar owner I couldn’t stand—then spent the night trapped with him during a storm. Now I’m either falling for him… or ruining both our lives.
He’s the ex-pro athlete turned grumpy bar owner who thinks I’m a walking checklist.
I’m the overworked doctor with zero time for distractions—especially not ones with smoldering eyes and emotional baggage.
We collided in an alley. Literally.
Beer bottles shattered. So did my sense of peace.
Now we’re co-hosting a community event.
Which means I see him. Every. Damn. Day.
I hate how he challenges me—and how I can’t stop wanting him.