Guy Hater by Ethan Asher

He’s back. Is there any phrase more chilling than that? Probably. But for me, they are the only words I’ve dreaded hearing since Guy Finch left our small town.
My brother’s best friend. The bane of my childhood. Newest resident of Whispering Pine.
There’s a fine line between love and hate, but when it comes to Guy, there’s no overlap. I hate him more than brownies with nuts. Cookies with raisins. Pineapple. On. Pizza.
I’ve done everything in my power apart from black magic to avoid our reunion, but in a town as small as Whispering Pine, it’s only a matter of time before we cross paths.
But I’m not the same girl I used to be.
I’m well on my way to being a lead interior designer (in the next few years). I have a roof over my head (that only leaks when it rains). I have a car that runs (most of the time).
I’m ready for anything life might throw at me. But when I’m assigned a new client for a renovation project, he’s the last person I expect to walk into the room.
“I look forward to working together,” Guy 2.0 says.
I don’t remember that rough, chiseled jawline. I don’t remember those mouth-watering, harder than granite muscles. And I certainly don’t remember his smile ever making my knees so wobbly.
It seems I’ve forgotten everything about the Guy I loved to hate. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t forget the taste of his lips when we kissed.
And he won’t let me.