Because mark the words coming out of my red lips: Tonight, I will crush Ryan Henderson under my black stilettoed feet. In short, I’ve made sure that tonight-the night I come face to face again with my archnemesis-I look the best I’ve looked in my adult life. Best of all, I’ve perfected a killer winged eyeliner and paired it with a little black dress that has had men eyeballing me from across the bar all night long. Tons of friends-because family makes the best friends, am I right? And I’m at least four inches taller than I was in high school (read: two inches).

Point is, I’ve got a lot going for me now. But it’s definitely somewhere around three times a week. Not only am I the Southern queen of the gourmet donut tycoon, but I’m turning down men calling me up nightly for a date.

My best friend, Stacy, and I opened the bakery three years ago, and we have been enjoying a nice bit of success ever since. I’m now thirty years old and majority owner of Darlin’ Donuts-one of Charleston’s top hotspots. No longer am I that naïve little graduate, excited for a kiss from the enemy. The Enemy is a feel-good, closed-door romantic comedy! Perfect for readers who enjoy sweet, sizzling chemistry with passionate kissing only.But tonight…tonight, I resurrect the battle. Ha! Who am I kidding? This is Ryan we’re talking about. His interest in me is nothing but a continuation of the games we played in high school…right?īut the longer he stays, the more I wonder if I’m wrong and his tender smile and heated attentions are genuine.

I must stay strong until the wedding is over and Ryan scurries back into whatever alternate universe he escaped from. He wasn’t supposed to look like this or pursue me like a sexy guided missile. I’m a successful bakery owner now, and I plan to rub every delicious detail of my life in his ugly face. A lot has changed since our feuding days. Ryan Henderson is back in town for our best friends’ wedding, and I plan on showing him exactly how much I don’t care about him-or the almost kiss he ruthlessly dangled over me after graduation. Twelve years since he won our war of wits by outsmarting me with a tactic I didn’t even know was allowed. It’s been twelve years since I’ve seen him.

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