Wes Sullivan is everything I loathe in a man.Too strong. Too controlling. Too serious. He left the Army, but that Army attitude won't leave him.And me? My spirit is so free that no man can contain me. Screw rules. Screw routines. Maintain that element of surprise.My only job is to get him to the church on time for his sister's wedding.Kissing him isn't part of the deal.Neither is falling for those lightning eyes, for that rock-hard body.We're both flirting with disaster.But he's one rule I have to break...