She was my best friend's little sister—and the woman who ruined my life. O'Neal Jones was the last person I expected to run into on this mountain in the middle of nowhere. But I wanted her, even if it was a bad idea. And it was a very bad idea. Because this thing between us was too deep, too hot. It tore through flesh and bone to sear my soul. Then, in the course of one night, she worked her way into my tent and my sleeping bag... The question was, could I heal my wounds enough to let her into my heart?