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.
