The Savage Wild

I spent ten years forgetting Wilder Flint, and it took every minute.
I should have known better than to fall for his shallow charms and deep blue eyes, but I was good at calculus and bad at understanding people.
He shredded my heart to pieces, but I moved away, grew up, and got over him. At least, I thought I did.
Of course he shows up again in my new life. He's got the same eyes, the same cocky grin, and a brand-new swagger that makes me weak in the knees.
I've got a summer research project in the Arctic and three canceled flights. Wilder's got a plane.
But when we crash deep in the middle of nowhere, all we've got is each other.
I've spent ten years hating Wilder for what he did to me back then. I don't know if I can forgive him.
I don't know how to forgive him.
But that doesn't mean I can resist him.
After all, love and hate aren't so different.