I'd walked away from my career, my inheritance, and-hopefully, my anxiety. I plan to bask in the sun at a tropical resort halfway around the world while the dust settles and I figure out what's next.

Then I sabotaged my chance at solitude by opening my mouth. I ignored my good sense and accepted a stupid bet. What the hell is wrong with me?

Now I have to spend my first twenty-four hours in paradise attached to a stranger named Cole. Not only will I lose my privacy, but Cole reminds me of my first love... Nicholas Arlington Tanner.

What could go wrong in twenty-four hours? And, just maybe, what could go right?