Two truths and a lie:

1. I'm crushing on a faceless porn star.

2. I'm road-tripping to a wedding with my worst enemy.

3. These are totally unrelated problems.

After torching what was left of my reputation at my twin sister's engagement party, I'll do anything for redemption-even if it means traveling for a week in a car with my oldest nemesis: the smug, infuriatingly rich and successful Nico Giannuzzi.

My plan? Keep my head down, survive this sister-mandated road trip, ignore the driver (even if he ruined my entire life), and focus on flirting wi-sorry-ghostwriting the cookbook for the anonymous porn star chef whose emails make me smile.

Even if Nico apologizes with my favorite foods.

Even if he defends me in public, cooks for me in private, and looks at me like I'm the next thing on his menu.

Even if he tries to uncover my secrets... and starts to share some of his own.

Getting my act together means not letting Nico under my skin. Or my shirt.

But... why won't he take his off?

Why does the way he moves in a kitchen seem so familiar?

And why does this man making me laugh over breakfast suddenly feel exactly like the one who's been lighting up my inbox for months?