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I live my life by two rules. First, I never let my guard down and let anyone get too close. It only opens doors for ways to get hurt. Second, I never learn the names of women I take home. Putting a name to a face makes it personal, which breaks rule one. So enforcing a strict no name policy is vital. Julie Remington is a friend of a friend. Pretty, stubborn, infuriating...instant attraction. I don't like the fact that I like her. And what I dislike even more is having to share a bedroom with her. Now I regret agreeing to come on this trip to act as my best friend's wingman. Why? Because the more time I spend with Julie, the more I want her. The more I want her, the more I push her away. I can't help it. It's a natural defense mechanism that makes me act like a total ass. She seems to have the ability to make me want to break my own damn rules, and I can't allow that. This entire situation has the potential to turn into a huge complication. And it's a complication I can't afford.
I used to live my life by two rules. Then I ended up breaking them. But she was worth it. If I had to do it all over again, I would break every damn rule a thousand times if it meant having her. My love for Julie runs deep in my soul. She's the fire in my veins, and I want her to burn me from the inside out. But I screwed up, and I let her slip through my fingers. Now I need to get her back. And the only way to do that is to break another rule...before it's too late.
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