I spent ten years forgetting Wilder Flint, and it took every minute. I should have known better than to fall for his shallow charms and deep blue eyes, but I was good at calculus and bad at understanding people. He shredded my heart to pieces, but I moved away, grew up, and got over him. At least, I thought I did. Of course he shows up again in my new life. He's got the same eyes, the same cocky grin, and a brand-new swagger that makes me weak in the knees. I've got a summer research project in the Arctic and three canceled flights. Wilder's got a plane. But when we crash deep in the middle of nowhere, all we've got is each other. I've spent ten years hating Wilder for what he did to me back then. I don't know if I can forgive him. I don't know how to forgive him. But that doesn't mean I can resist him. After all, love and hate aren't so different.