Being forced to plan a surprise bachelor/bachelorette trip with Abby Knight—the one person I can’t stand—is my version of hell. But my brother asked, and I can’t say no to him. So, I grit my teeth, make more than a few compromises, and spend an unhealthy amount of time pretending not to notice the way she drives me crazy. Then I kiss her to get her out of a sticky situation—no big deal. Except it is. Because the more time we spend together, the more I realize there’s something behind that sharp tongue and tough girl exterior. Something real. Something I don’t want to walk away from just yet. So, like any good frenemy, I strike up a deal: for one week, she lets go, and I let her in. As soon as we get back from our trip, everything returns to normal. We can’t stand each other, so there’s no risk of either of us falling for the other. At least that’s what I told myself, but then the texts come. A stalker. Threatening notes. And when the danger turns deadly, I step in without thinking. I don’t care about the risks or what our friends think. I’d wreck myself before I let anyone touch her. Because she’s not just my brother’s fiancé’s best friend. She’s mine, and I’ll protect her, no matter what the cost.