Our Finest Hour (The Time, Book 1)

Sometimes broken hearts need whiskey. Sometimes they need music.Other times, only a night with a stranger will soothe the pain.On the night Isaac and I met, we tried all three.When it was over, we went our separate ways.We planned to never see each other again, but I should reallyknow by now that plans don’t work out the way they're supposedto.It has been four years since that night, and it’s a bizarretwist of fate that lands me in need of help only Isaac cangive.I don’t want to be attracted to him, but I am.I don’t want my heart to skip a beat when it sees him, but itdoes.And I really don’t want him to look at me that way, but he won’tstop.Because things aren't like they were four years ago. And thistime? We don’t have the option of parting ways when the sun comesup.