Our first kiss was a lie. Our second was a mistake. And the night we spent tangled up in each other? Hot as hell but a complete disaster.
Because now Sutton Sinclair-the sharp-tongued troublemaker who left claw marks down my back and a dent in my self-control-is living in my backyard cottage with her teenage daughter. And I'm her goddamn landlord.
I like things quiet. Controlled. She's neither. Sutton's chaos wrapped in sunshine, a temptation in scrubs I can't seem to stay away from.
When her...