Six years ago, he was her one-night stand, and now they’re sharing a villa for the holidays.

I thought I was over him. That his good looks and British accent couldn’t affect me anymore. But the minute our eyes lock across the elevator, all those feelings come roaring back to life.

Then I find out we’re competing for the same job.

Next comes the realization that we have to spend a week together on a ski vacation because of some six-degree-of-separation nonsense.

The real kicker is when I find out the two of us have to share a villa. A very small, very cozy villa.

Needless to say, this Christmas getaway is starting off rockier than the mountains we’ll be skiing down.

I’ve stayed away for years, what’s one week? But I forgot how much easier it is to ignore him with an ocean separating us—especially when he’s determined to win me back.

I made a deal with my brother a long time ago to never date his teammates.

Technically, Rowan Landry, the hot as hell center for the Chicago Falcons, is no longer my brother's teammate. Or his best friend. Their college days are long behind them, and they barely talk now.

Also, I'm not dating him—we're just sleeping together. There's a difference.

Except there's not a lot of sleeping going on, and neither one of us wants to stop what we're doing.

It's all fun and games until my brother is traded to the Falcons, because Rowan doesn't know I'm the new goalie's little sister. Oops.

It's the classic story—girl returns to her hometown only to end up moving in with her high school crush, who she hates.

Returning to Willowbrook was my only option after Chicago chewed me up and spit me out. Technically, it wasn't Chicago's fault. It was his fault—the man I thought I knew who turned out to be a liar.

My older sister, always the one to swoop in and fix things, secured me a job as a yoga instructor on her fiancé's family ranch. As my self-assigned protector, she's keeping one eye on me and one eye on Emmett Noughton, her fiancé's brother.

He's the charming, fun-loving, take-life-as-it-comes kind of guy, and once upon a time, his name was scribbled in my notebooks. Back then, I was invisible to him. Now, he's looking at me like I'm the only thing in the room. But he lost his chance with me a long time ago.

It's easy to keep him at arm's length and nurse the grudge I've held onto for years. Until the house I'm staying in sells, and I have nowhere to go except his house. Now, resisting him isn't just difficult—it's impossible.