It’s a tale as old as time: the bad boy meets the good girl. He makes a daring proposition. Then the boy gets a mysterious head injury and loses a year of his life…The first time I meet Rickie, I don t know what to make of him. The second time we meet, he doesn t remember the six hours we spent together. Or standing me up afterward.I m not the same, either. I ve got secrets. I ve told lies. Bad boys aren t my type, anyway. Even the ones with troubled gray eyes.But now we re roommates. Cue the awkward moments in the hallway when he s wearing only a towel and a smile. He s determined to win me over, and his talented hands weaken my resolve.It s all fun and games until my past rears its ugly head and his secrets come to light, shaking our fragile connection, maybe even breaking it Note: this is Daphne Shipley’s story. Contents include Vermonty ice cream flavors, nerdy awkwardness, tattoos, and a playboy grandpa.