The only thing worse than running into my grumpy ex? Having to choose between living with him, or living in my car.



When I move back to my ex’s small town, I want to avoid him at all costs. JD didn’t just break my heart ten years ago. He ran it over, then backed over it again.



So naturally, I end up as his physical therapist. And to rub salt in the wound, he finds out I’m living out of my car and demands I move into his spare room.



Yeah, he's as bossy as ever. He still acts like he's allergic to laughter. But he also pampers me after a long night out, remembers my favorite lunch...and insists on making it for me when I forget to eat.



The more he grumpily dotes on me, the more I remember how good the two of us used to be and how he touches me like no one else can.



But he already crushed my heart once. I won't give him a second chance to do it again.