I really shouldn’t have had that third martini.

Then I never would have slept with Virgil Wright, douchebag extraordinaire and my soon-to-be brother-in-law. All I want is to return to my life of sameness and mourn my dead fiancé in peace. The last thing I needed was a scorching hot one-night stand with London’s most notorious playboy.

But when Virgil and I end up spending the summer at Oak Hill Farm, before I know it, we’re in bed together again. And it’s even better this time.

So we make a pact: a secret summer fling. No feelings allowed. No telling our families. By day, he’s the same arrogant jerk I can’t stop fighting with but at night, he worships my body in ways I’d never even dreamed of.

Then the lines start to blur. The more time I spend with Virgil, the more I see a different side of him—one that tempts me to open my own heart for the first time in years. But can I trust a player like him not to break it?