Nemesis: the inescapable agent of one’s downfall. See also Shepherd Callahan.

I can’t escape Callahan. Believe me, I’ve tried.

Ever since he opened his bike shop next door to my family’s bakery, the broody man’s been unavoidable. Whether he’s sauntering into our store to ask pointed questions about our pies or stealing my favorite parking spot, he’s skilled at getting under my skin.

He even schemed his way into the exclusive romance book club that finally issued me an invitation. The ladies there love him—and seem convinced I should love him, too.

Fat chance. I have my reasons for loathing the man, I don’t care how many romantic books he reads.

When I accidentally learn his secrets, I find myself developing an unwelcome soft spot for my supposed nemesis. He’s kinder and more protective than I ever guessed, and I’m drawn to him in ways I don’t care to admit.

My default is sour, not sweet. I don’t swoon, I snark. I can’t open myself up to him, even if I’m starting to want to.

But when he kisses me like his life depends on it? My downfall is inevitable.