The One I Hate

I hate Simon Banks.

I also hate tequila.

The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant...ego.

The second makes me do questionable things.

Specifically, with Simon.

Fine. Whatever. It's a blip on my radar.

Even though I can't stop thinking about memories of our night...or his hands...and that mouth.

But I have more important things to do-like finally opening my dream restaurant in the small town of Rolling Hills.

There's just one problem-he lives here.

I'm bound and determin...