Trixie Donovan had left California for bigger and better things.
Then had kept on moving, putting her nursing skills to use to help people all over the world. But living without reliable electricity or clean water or, hell, the internet had grown old.
Now she was back. She’d finally figured out what Netflix was, though she was still iffy on Tinder, and she’d become her half-sister Heather’s new pet project.
Eventually, after a sickeningly amount of pestering, Trix gave in, agreeing to a single blind date.
A blind date who turned out to be Jet.
The doctor she’d worked with halfway around the world. The man she’d slept with and then had fallen desperately in love with. The one who, in cliché, naïve fashion, had decimated her heart. And the one who transformed an unwanted, but tolerable night out into the blind date from hell.
Because apparently Jet had decided his biggest regret was letting her go.
