“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Krystal Jung tapped her heel against the floor under the Starbucks table and sipped on her third cup of coffee that morning. Across the table her roommate, Luna, gave an answering grimace.

A nauseating mixture of caffeine and apprehension buzzed through Krystal’s veins as she watched the glass door to the coffee shop. Any minute the bane of her existence was going to walk through that door, and she was going to be expected to play nice and rely on him for help. Walking on broken glass sounded more appealing. In her experience, the only thing you could rely on Amber Liu for was a mind-melting . Expecting anything more only led to disappointment.

Outside, the source of her current crisis was whipping the trees into a frenzy and filling the sky with ominous-looking clouds.

Tropical Storm Cindy.

More like Tropical Storm Pain-In-My-.

Didn’t Mother Nature know Krystal was not to be screwed with this weekend? She had a wedding to get to. And not just any wedding. This was Victoria’s wedding. Her former boss was going to annihilate her if she didn’t get her camera to Vermont by Saturday to document the Donghae Liu saying the big “I do.” An event like this deserved a spot in National Geographic, for God’s sake. She could see the headline now.

Wild Liu Brother Tamed and Wed!

And her neurotic, obsessive-compulsive friend trusted Krystal to be her wedding photographer. When that friend was a photographer herself, an award-winning Time Magazine photographer, that meant something. This wasn’t just any job. This was a job that neither tropical storms, canceled flights, nor douchebag ex-Marines could get in the way of. Victoria hadn’t just been a boss to Krystal for three years. Somehow she’d wormed her way past the barriers Krystal kept around her heart and become one of her closest friends. Which meant letting her down wasn’t an option. Even if that meant she was going to be stuck with the jackass half of the Liu brothers.

For fifteen hours.

In the cab of his truck.

Honestly, she couldn’t believe he’d even agreed to it. Especially since every time they’d been forced into the same room together for the past year, all they’d managed to do was exchange heated glares and cutting insults. Not that she understood what he had to be pissy about. She was the one who’d been left a wad of cash on the dresser in lieu of a good-bye after what she had interpreted clearly mistakenly as a bone-deep connection and night of life-altering . Then, after she’d shown up at the club he co-owned with his brother to tell him what she thought of him and his cash, he’d had the balls to tell her she’d been nothing more than a convenient distraction on a ty night. And that he’d thought a girl like her would understand a night of casual .

Excuse me? A girl like her?

The asshat was lucky she hadn’t introduced his nuts to her spike heels and ruined his chances at procreation right then and there. In that fatal declaration, Amber had done the one thing she could never forgive. He’d made her feel like a . And she was hell-bent on never letting it happen again.

She ripped apart a helpless Sweet’N Low packet, envisioning Amber’s smug, too-handsome face. If she didn’t find a way to rein in her emotions, this road trip was doomed to end in disaster. Or death. Amber’s, to be exact. And there was no way she could go to prison. She looked terrible in orange. Guess she’d just have to get creative when hiding the body.

“I can’t believe I dragged my to the airport at four a.m. during a tropical storm only to find out your flight was canceled,” Luna said. “I told you we should have checked before we left.”

Krystal tapped the shredded packet against the table and cast a withering look at her roommate. “I was hoping for a miracle.”

Hell, it didn’t even have to be a full-blown miracle. Just a helping hand from the Big Man upstairs. An available car at the rental desk. For Super Storm Cindy to get her out of a twist and go wreak havoc anywhere other than the east coast. Anything to avoid being stuck in a vehicle for fifteen hours with the one man she couldn’t stand.

She nearly groaned at the memory of Victoria’s words.

It’s just a ride, Krystal. One day out of your life. Besides, it’ll be good for you two to work out your issues. You’re both going to be in Donghae’s and my lives. You have to find a way to coexist.

The only issue to work out was that Amber Liu suffered from a severe case of itis. Unless they’d found a miracle cure, she didn’t see a future that included her playing nice with soldier boy.

Luna checked her watch. “Private -Melter better show up in the next five minutes. I’ve got to get to work.”

Krystal set her coffee down and raised a brow. “Private -Melter? Really?”

Luna yawned and tucked a few strands of the long dark hair that was piled on top of her head back into her messy bun. “Better than your names for him.”

Krystal flipped through the mental directory of colorful names she had reserved for Amber. Colonel Cranky. Sergeant Douchebag. General Jerk.

“Nope. I still like mine better.” She pushed aside her coffee and groaned. “Maybe I could fake an illness. Tell Victoria I came down with the Ebola virus.”

“Sounds like a good plan. I’m sure you won’t have a problem telling an award-winning Time Magazine photographer that she’s going to have to hire Photos-Are-Us to do her wedding portraits. You want me to try to find a coupon in the paper? It might soften the blow.”

Krystal emptied another tattered Sweet’N Low packet into her coffee and stirred. “Very funny. I pull that, and Victoria will go all bridezilla on a tiny unsuspecting town in Vermont. Think of the carnage.”

“You do realize that your problems are my fantasies,” Luna said with a sigh. “You get offered a road trip with a -on-a-stick ex-Marine with deeply repressed emotional issues who is just waiting for some lucky girl to kiss it and make it better. And you actually expect me to feel sorry for you?”

“I don’t care if he is an American hero, or on the verge of being related to one of my best friends, or hot enough to melt steel.” Krystal’s heart stopped when the door dinged and she looked up to find an elderly man with a cane strolling in. She blew out a frustrated breath. “He’s still a complete jerk.”

Luna shrugged. “Maybe you should try again. People change.”

The fact that he was an hour late proved he hadn’t. He didn’t respect her time any more than he’d respected her as a person.

“No. They don’t.” Once an unreliable , always an unreliable . She’d been subjected to too many to count. Her mother had paraded enough of them through their home to last a freaking lifetime. All just meaningless substitutes for the one man who had never wanted her for more than a quick lay. Her father.

Krystal quickly put the lid back on that depressing box and blinked the memory of her mother’s face away. “Why do you care so much, anyway?”

Luna folded her arms across the table, concern crinkling the space between her brows. “Because you ate like two tubs of Ben & Jerry’s over this guy, Krys.”

“Your point?”

“My point is you’ve never stuffed your face with ice cream over a guy,” she said. “I’ve never seen you let someone in like that. I’m just saying, I think that says something.”

“It’s not happening, Luna. Get over your y soldier fantasy. Trust me, I have.”

Another round of people poured through the door, none of them her ride.

Luna was right. Krystal had let Amber in. She’d let him in because for the first time in a very long time, she’d actually found someone she liked. And in return, he’d proven that he was just like every other male on the planet—who thought with his instead of his brain. Krystal followed Luna’s interested gaze to two men standing in line. Cute. But neither sparked even a flicker of interest inside her. No one had since her night with Amber.

Yet another reason to hate him. The bastard had broken her libido with his wonder . Jerk.

Without permission, her mind wandered to the memory of Amber’s mouth against hers, his shoulders bunching under her fingertips. No one had ever kissed her that thoroughly. Touched her like he couldn’t get enough. Made her pulse pound and her wet with nothing more than the perfectly placed rumble of his voice against her ear.

She squirmed and rubbed her thighs together. Damn Victoria for doing this to her! She’d put all that behind her. Moved on. She was perfectly happy hating Amber from afar. But she feared that being with him in such close quarters for that long with no escape was going to put a serious chink in her self-control.

“At least tell me you packed the clothes I laid out for you,” Luna said as she sat up straight and tightened the red bandanna keeping her hair in place. As if she needed the touch-up to grab any man’s attention. She was a yoga instructor, for God’s sake. The woman could bounce a quarter off of her abdomen. Or anywhere else, for that matter. “I had to dig through your boxes for an hour just to find them. Which brings me to my next point. You are a terrible packer.”

As if Krystal needed the reminder that in three short weeks she was going to be out of a home. With Luna moving across town to open her new yoga studio, there was no way Krystal could afford the rent on their apartment alone. If she didn’t find something soon, she was going to end up on her brother’s sofa. God help her.

“Hey, I have a system,” she said. “And you better have packed those boxes back the way I had them.”

“Stop changing the subject. Did you bring the outfits or not?”

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