He was my best friend, and now I hate him. So why do I keep kissing him?

There was a time Ash and I were inseparable.

When I moved high schools, we went from friends to rivals. I could deal with that. But when he hooked up with my ex-girlfriend? We became enemies overnight.

The Ozarks is a big lake, but somehow hes always in my way. First at a flashy rival boat company, where were always knockin boats on booze cruises. Sometimes literally.

Now at the newly redeveloped Swallow Cove resort where Im based.

Ash has some hair-brained idea to run a food boat for the resort. Its a silly fad that will never last. All flash and no substance, like him.

But now theres no avoiding the guy. Or his annoying face and perfect hair and cocky smiles always flashing my way.

Ash has always gotten whatever he wanted. My sports trophies. My ex-girlfriend. A job with *my* friends.

But as tension mounts between us and the heat of anger boils over into lust, I start to wonder:

What if the thing he wants most is me?