One Wild Wish

It started as a normal birthday celebration. Was there wine? Of course. Did I let loose with my best friends? Absolutely. Did I have one glass too many and follow a tattooed bad boy into a bar? Cue mortification. I don't do reckless, or wild nights of hot sex. Correction: I didn't used to. I also didn't plan to drunk-email my boss and quit my soul-sucking job, leaving me in a financial mess. But I'm churning those lemons into lemonade! I'm chasing my dream job at San Francisco's hottest restaurant. Guess who shows up as my competition? None other than my tattooed bad decision.

Tripping into a gorgeous man when signing up at a Habitat for Humanity build should be a bonus, right? Not when that hunk decides it would be fun to prank me. To be fair, I'm not what I'd call "handy." I'm a genius at styling my clients, but manual labor isn't my thing. Still, I'm determined to better myself by helping my community. Then Owen too-hot-to-be-human Philips told me to show up wearing hazmat-level gear. He's all apologetic now, being nice and sweet and hot. I'm ready to forgive and forget. To be honest, I'm also ready to climb him like a freaking tree.

August Cruz is the only man I've ever loved. He's the one who got away. He's the one I totally screwed over. Now he's standing on my doorstep, nine years later, but he's not the only thing that turns up. My mother's lost diary is in my hands, and it might lead me to my father. A possibility I wished for one year ago, at my last birthday. I have 36 hours to fulfill that wish. I have 36 hours to drag August on a wild scavenger hunt. I have 36 hours to protect my heart before I lose him again . . . because there's something he's not telling me.