Lonely Hearts

I'm supposed to be here on my honeymoon.

Instead, I'm alone. Heartbroken. Dumped weeks ago by a man who didn't have the guts to end it before the invitations go out.

The trip was nonrefundable—so I come anyway, hoping a little sun might fix what he broke.

What I don't expect is the very public breakdown I have at the check-in counter. Or the man who witnesses it.

Geoff.

He works for the resort—flirty, frustratingly gorgeous, and entirely too confident. He offers me his private cottage without blinking. I probably should ask more questions… but I'm tired, angry, and completely wrecked.

Geoff is trouble. I see that from the start. But he made me laugh when I didn't think I could.

Then he collapses.

No warning. No time to think. Just him, on the floor, struggling to breathe.

Good thing I'm a paramedic.