Best Frenemies

<p><strong><em>Going tit for tat with the man you hate is all fun and games until things get literal...and the jerk sees you naked.</em></strong></p><p><strong> </strong></p><p>My beach getaway was only supposed to include three things: relaxation wine and fun in the sun.</p><p><br></p><p>Mack Houston on the other hand should have never-<em>ever-</em>been involved.</p><p><br></p><p>In no uncertain terms he's the bane of my existence.</p><p>The thorn in my side.</p><p>The sexy Mr. Good-Time Guy who drives me up the wall and my work archnemesis for the past five years.</p><p><br></p><p>He's the<em> last</em> person I want to get stuck anywhere with-it's bad enough that I have to see him every day at work-and yet because of a booking error (or curse of the universe as I like to call it) I'm stuck in the same vacation rental with him for an <em>entire week</em>.</p><p><br></p><p>I'm going to end up in jail.</p><p><em>Or worse I might just give in to the insane urge to find out if his lips are really as kissable as they look.</em></p><p><br></p><p>One way or the other disaster feels imminent.</p><p><br></p>