Davis was five years older than me...antisocial and temperamental. And there was the little fact that he didn't know I existed.

Still, I gave him my heart, and he crushed it.

So I picked up the pieces and ran away to New York City. I had a plan that would keep my heart intact for years.

But one phone call changed everything.

Returning home meant facing the past...and the man who ruined me.

I had hoped that the mountain had swallowed him whole.

But, as I set out to help my parents, I discover he's not only alive and well, but that they apparently love the jerk.

He has no idea that we have a past, which is both a relief and salt in the wound.

I promise myself I'll ignore how his eyes linger on me, or how his touch feels like a live wire, and I'll remember that once upon a time he broke me, and for that, I refuse to fall for him again.

But I can't control that he seems to be falling for me this time.