Perfect Strangers

Evander Westin has always been a man with a plan. High-rise condo in the city? Check. Partner at prestigious law firm? Check. Married by forty? Check…mate-less.  Jilted at the altar, he’s on his way to paradise alone, because frying himself like an egg on the white sands of a private island sounds a hell of a lot better than fielding jokes and pity from friends and coworkers. Time for a new plan.

Two years and a lot of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches is what it took for Heath Lennox to save up for the ultimate vacation with his best friend—fourteen days on Stout Rock Island, a private paradise tucked away in the Caribbean. He’d hoped the time together would lead to something more, but a cruel twist of fate sees him traveling alone, broken-hearted, and stuck next to an affluent ass who’s drunk on whiskey and flight attendants.

Things only get worse on arrival, when it’s discovered an anniversary celebration has upended the resort’s reservation system. They’re given a choice: agree to share a two-bedroom villa—the only available accommodation—or return home with a raincheck and the added baggage of disappointment.

An upgrade’s an upgrade as far as Evan’s concerned. Even if it means spending his vacation with a nosy bookworm determined to ruin his good time. Heath already intended to avoid fun at all costs, and sharing space with insufferable plane guy guarantees it.

When Evan finds Heath sleepwalking along the rocky shore and learns the story behind his solo journey, they agree to call a truce, but neither expects a tentative friendship to turn into a baring of souls… and other things. Especially when one of them is supposed to be straight.