I’m screwed.

Drew Hayes just showed up on my doorstep.

My brother’s best friend.

The love of my life. My ex.

Five years ago, he gave me his heart—then broke mine.

I’m married now, though it’s more a prison than a partnership.

But when I tell Drew to leave, he does the opposite.

He storms into my life, tears down my walls, and

demands the one thing I won’t ever give him again.

My love.

I can’t trust him, not after he destroyed me.

So why does looking into Drew’s eyes feel like looking into our future?