Picking up a stranger off the side of the road is risky. Falling in love with him is . . . not going to happen. Probably.My life is all doughnuts and sprinkles, and I can't lie to save my life. None of that is a problem until I find a man beaten up on the side of the road. In the dark. In the rain. And even though I promised I'd never again pick up a stranger, I load him into my car - not an easy task - and drive him to a hospital. I couldn't just leave him there.That's how I end up spending a week in a luxurious house, soaking in a hot tub, gazing at the stars, and playing nurse to Garrett. Besides the bandages and bruises, it's a recipe for romance. Except I want no part in anything romantic. Dating will land my heart on the butchering slab, and I refuse to be hurt again.He's interested. I wish I could lie and say I'm not.Instead, I suggest we just stay friends. What's the risk in that?