Still Not Love

Not him. Not now. Not the hell again.

But I need a hero fast... I'm about to go nuclear. Yet I have to smile and pretend I won't slap him into the next century.

James Nobel and I have history. The raging hearts, dueling kisses, nights on fire kind. A man like him breaks laws with that suit and that smirk. So how could I ever forget my first? Or pelting an Adonis with crumpled love notes in class? We were young and dumb and lied about forever. Then he disappeared.

Maybe I always wanted to know why, but not like this. James, my personal bodyguard. James, my flipping bunkmate in a luxury cabin for newlyweds. James, who still makes me crave one more night of bad decisions.

Worse, we're snowed in with my very important father and his enemies. It's a date with chaos. Plus every question I swore I'd never ask again.

What if there's more to us than scalding banter and get-bent glares? What if there's still - do I really have to say it - love?