They called me America’s smartest entrepreneur. So how was I dumb enough to let my dream girl get away?
Blame ego, blame my need to prove I didn’t need help to build a business. Hell, blame my parents—God love ’em—for thinking I’d have problems prospering with a hammer instead of a law degree.
Turns out I’m doing just fine with a chain of luxury resorts bearing my name, but it’s a cold comfort when the woman I love hates my guts. Can’t say she’s off base, considering how things ended.
So, I set out to win her back, scoring a spot on her family’s reality show social experiment, or whatever the hell it’s called when someone buys an old cult compound to build a tiny town. Works for me, since I’m a builder who loves a challenge.
But getting Lauren to forgive me is harder than I thought. Between botched book club meetups, sexy bumper car battles, and a bizarrely hostile aquatic pet, it’s clear Lauren’s in no hurry to pick up where we left off. Good thing I’m no quitter, especially when it comes to her.