I moved home to heal… Not to fall for my high school crush I’ve loved since algebra. Trey Turner—steady, quiet, insanely handsome—is assigned to train me at my new job. Because the universe loves chaos. Now we carpool. And fake date. And my heart is malfunctioning. We went from “welcome back” to a kiss that didn’t feel like pretending. Like it never was. Now I’m not sure where pretend ends and real begins. If I fall again… Can my heart handle another break