Note to self: Don't play truth or dare with your super hot ex best friend if you're not prepared to lose more than your panties.
Which is why avoiding Axel Verona is the only priority as I come back to Sweet Haven for the first time in eleven years.
But I didn't count on accidentally setting my gram's bakery on fire.
Or that the super growly, chisel jawed fireman coming to my rescue would be none other than Axel himself.
FML.
The sparks flying between us are hotter than the flames coming from the oven.
Not that it matters. After he ghosted me for over a decade,
I'm pretty sure he hates me. And you know what?
I'm not a fan of him either.
But when he surprises me with a game of truth or dare over text,
I can't back down. One dare leads to the next, and before I know it...
I'm in too deep.
All it takes is a video of him sliding down a fire pole.
One look at those bulging arm muscles and his cheeky wink, and now all I can think about is sliding down his instead.
Last time I gave into those orders, I lost my best friend and that's one thing I don't plan on repeating.
