Bayshore

CATCH FLIGHTS, NOT FEELINGS.

So says Weston Daly, the playboy backpacker I keep running into around the globe. And I, for one, am sick and tired of tripping over his windblown chestnut hair and that impossible heartbreaker grin every time I leave the country.

First Amsterdam. Then Portugal. And now? Aruba.

He’s Instagram-famous and too gorgeous to trust. I’ve hated him since the day I met him, but on this trip, I have to play nice, even though he makes it impossible. It’s our best friends’ wedding…and I’m the official photographer.

The more this man smiles through my viewfinder, the harder it is to remember why we’ve always butted heads. Before I know what I’m doing, paradise takes on a new meaning, and it involves Weston Daly’s tongue.

His profile might say that he stops for nobody, but when we’re together, time itself freezes. When I receive the offer of a lifetime, Weston wants something that throws my whole world into disarray.

And worse yet? He plans to make me choose.