I follow the rules. He breaks them. Rule #1: Don’t kiss, no matter what he says about the way you eat an ice cream cone.My dream is to get a promotion at Melody Bay Animal Shelter. So my new intern should help me get the promotion, right? Shoulder some workload? Make some killer coffee?Wrong.Unfortunately, my new intern is Nate Hart. Rock god extraordinaire. The local who finally returned. The local everyone loves.Apparently, his bad boy shenanigans caught up with him—a judge appointed him to do community service at our animal shelter. Although what he did is a Big Secret.Whatever.You see, I know Nate. He was my first kiss in school. A forbidden kiss I try to forget.But as much as I try to tame my feelings, the wilder they grow…They hit code-red when my boss assigns us on a road trip to pick up a traumatized dog. Of course, the motel room only has one bed. So what if it leads to the hottest, most physically creative night of my life? So what if I’ve never felt anything like this before?The question remains: Is it true love, or is a second chance romance like teaching an old dog new tricks?
Nate Hart. Nate fucking Hart. I can't believe it. Never in a million years did I think there was potential to cross paths with him again. After a minute of clearer thinking, I realize it's still probably unlikely to cross paths. He's on the rich side of town now. The beachfront side. There's no reason to run into each other, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Nate Hart. Nate fucking Hart. I can't believe it. Never in a million years did I think there was potential to cross paths with him again. After a minute of clearer thinking, I realize it's still probably unlikely to cross paths. He's on the rich side of town now. The beachfront side. There's no reason to run into each other, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
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