"If you don't talk about it, nobody will know," he said, dead serious.
She held up two fingers as if taking an oath. "I am a vault."
He lifted two fingers as well. "Vault."
Carson McDermott does what he damn well pleases. As the eldest son of one of the wealthiest families in New Orleans, he did his time in college and law school, and now he placates his family by keeping a day job as a contract attorney. By night, however, he's gunning for the title of the city's most eligible bachelor and samples the finest women the Big Easy has to offer-including the beautiful blonde at the bar next to him one particular evening, who seems to be in a really foul mood. And Carson knows just the way to cheer her up.
Sabrina Deneau is unlucky in love and back in her hometown of New Orleans after ten long years away. When the man she's been pining after for two years gives her the ultimate brush-off, Sabrina slinks off to a bar to drown her sorrows-and the sexy stranger attempting to coax her out of her bad mood at a bar one evening is the perfect place to start.
After a mind-blowing one-night-stand, Sabrina is in much better spirits and opts to join her older brother and his friends for dinner the following evening-only to find herself seated right next to
Carson.
Sabrina and Carson agree there can't be a repeat of the one night they had together, but she's still got his phone number... and he's still got hers.
She's still stuck on using him to heal her broken heart.
And Carson can't seem to tell his best friend's hot-as-hell baby sister no-even though he knows it might literally get him killed if anyone finds out.