After all the running, I didn’t expect tripping over my own feet would land me back in Redding Cove—with him.

In thirty-six hours, I destroyed my career, my reputation, and my shot at UK citizenship.

So I came home.

To lick my wounds.

To try and start over.

What I didn’t plan on?

Killian-freaking-Cole.

My twin brother’s best friend.

The boy I crushed on.

The reason I left Redding Cove ten years ago.

Now he’s living in my childhood home, and I’m the mooch crashing in his space.

As if that isn’t messy enough—

We get thrown into the wedding venue lottery.

And the only way to enter?

Sign up as an engaged couple.

So now we’re stuck in a tent. In the rain. Alone.

It’s fine. I’m fine.

I just have to ignore the town gossip, the unresolved feelings, and the way Killian’s looking at me like I’m his next favorite meal.

Nope.

Not me.

I’m not falling for him.

And I’m definitely not staying in Redding Cove.

...Right?