The day I met Macy, she got tripped by a chocolate-covered toddler and face-planted directly into my lap.

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I saw her utter mortification, but I also saw her spectacular curves, her quick wit, and her complete lack of a filter. I was hooked right from the start.

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But my billionaire grandmother is running some wild scheme in this tiny town, and my estranged twin brother just showed up in a five-thousand-dollar suit.

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Worse? Macy is determined to buy her parents' diner and prove she isn't a screw-up—and she's convinced a globetrotting guy like me is way too temporary for her heart.

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So she hits me with the ultimate rule: we're just friends.

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Then I go and rent the retro apartment directly across the hall from hers.

I can do this. I can be a gentleman.

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I can ignore her lush lips, her killer curves, and the way she makes me want to stop traveling the globe and actually stay put.

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I’m doing pretty damn good at keeping my hands to myself, too… until we're alone in a closed-down diner late at night.

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Now I want to make her mine, but I’m not just fighting her family's low expectations—I'm fighting my own track record as the guy who always leaves.