Rule Number One

I live my life by two rules.

First, I never let my guard down and let anyone get too close. It only opens doors for ways to get hurt. Second, I never learn the names of women I take home. Putting a name to a face makes it personal, which breaks rule one. So enforcing a strict no name policy is vital.

Julie Remington is a friend of a friend. Pretty, stubborn, infuriating...instant attraction.

I don’t like the fact that I like her. And what I dislike even more is having to share a bedroom with her. Now I regret agreeing to come on this trip to act as my best friend’s wingman.

Why? Because the more time I spend with Julie, the more I want her. The more I want her, the more I push her away. I can’t help it. It’s a natural defense mechanism that makes me act like a total ass.

She seems to have the ability to make me want to break my own damn rules, and I can’t allow that. This entire situation has the potential to turn into a huge complication.

And it’s a complication I can’t afford.