Blake Harris isn't about to let anyone take advantage of his heartbroken friend Carrie. And that includes himself, even if she's sexy as sin in that bikini. Then she kisses him-and he's on fire. Damage done, but he can back off. Except he sees that broken look in Carrie's eyes. No. Hell no. New plan. He intends to show her ex just what he's thrown away.
The kisses? For show. The heat? Part of the performance. The private practice sessions? Uh-oh. Those are starting to feel a bit too real...
