“She was unraveling me, slowly but surely. I could feel it happening. Like she was gently unbuttoning the collar of a shirt that fit too tight.”We had our chance. We crashed and burned.So why does seeing Zoe again make me want to drag her into the wine cellar and f*ck her until neither of us can see straight?I’m only home because my family needs my help—and dealing with my crazy brothers is complicated enough.But seeing her again dredges up feelings I can’t ignore. There’s hurt, and regret. But also desire. So much desire. I shouldn’t want her like this, but there’s something there I can’t deny.Something unfinished.The truth is, we broke each other’s hearts. Maybe we’re the only ones who can put them back together.