Have I lost my mind? I mean, probably not. Did I leave a 6 figure job with no notice and drive halfway across the state with no luggage and no plan for my future? Yeah, I might have done that. Okay, so maybe I wasn't in my right mind. I panicked. I acted on impulse. That might also explain why I kissed the hot cop who stopped to help me change a flat tire. And holy hell, was it a kiss! But it doesn't matter because I'll never see him again, right?Wrong. It turns out Ronan King--Mr. Hot Cop himself--is the brother of my best friend's boyfriend. And aside from looking incredibly hot in a uniform, having a handy ability to change a tire, and the sexiest mouth I've ever kissed, the man has no redeeming qualities that I can see. He's surly, uptight, boring and has zero sense of adventure. We couldn't be more opposite if we tried. When we're forced to work together while the happy couple goes out of town for two weeks, I worry we might just kill one another. Living under the same roof with Ronan for 14 days will either help us finally get along or I'll smother him with a pillow in his sleep. Either way, I'm just hoping it'll help me stop fantasizing about him.