It's the number one rule in this beach town: don't fall for a tourist.
But Jonah Lachlan isn't like any tourist I've ever met.
He's not here for a good time, that much is obvious. In fact, the brooding, boy-next-door cutie is clearly hell-bent on being miserable. Though he's here with his best friend, he doesn't seem interested in hook-ups. Or fun. The guy brought a book to this beach full of gorgeous single gay men, for crying out loud. Who does that??
And as if he couldn't be any more confusing, he seems superhumanly immune to anyone who flirts with him. Myself included.
Just one brief encounter with him on the boardwalk was all it took. Now I can't stop thinking about him. I'm sweating in places I didn't know I was capable. I'm at a complete loss to explain my feelings. I can't let this short weekend slip by and let a guy like that go. I don't care if he's a tourist. I don't care about our cardinal rule.
I'm going to break all the rules and dive in deep with this one.
Contains mature themes.
