It all started with an unexpected phone call.

Two years after my fiancé passed away in an accident, his father died suddenly, leaving Brad's adult, special-needs brother with no one to care for him.

The next thing I knew, I was on a cross-country drive to New Hampshire where I'd be moving in to look after Scottie until I could get him into a group home.

The last thing I ever expected?

I wouldn't be taking care of him alone.

Josh Mathers, my fiancé's best friend-who also happened to be my sworn enemy-insisted he was the better person for the job. He told me to go back to California, and I told him where he could stick that demand.

Our disdain for each other wasn't anything new. It dated back to a text I'd accidentally read years ago.

We hated each other. But we both loved Scottie, so neither of us budged.

Now we were living together in a tiny house-with one available bedroom. Thank goodness it was only temporary.

Over time, I realized the broody jerk I thought I knew was different than I'd imagined.

I found myself slowly growing attached to someone I once considered the enemy...and growing attracted to him.

Sure, both of us were guilt-ridden over Brad. We were also two grown people with pent-up frustration toward one another-stuck in a cabin in the woods.

But this was Josh.

I could never.