It’s for peace making, you know, a truce. Max Waltons said when he asked me to be his companion on a cruise back to Europe.

Yeah, we have been foes since meeting at my best friend and his brother’s wedding. But this coveted cruise with an upper deck suite is a different story…

Two adults putting forward their best effort to get along…what could go wrong?

The frissons I feel in my spine near him are probably my motion sickness getting the best of me before I even set foot on deck.

Plenty of seasickness meds and I’ll be just fine. So, the cruise advisory said.

But…I did NOT foresee that I’ll be stuck in his suite with him and a baby playing family when I have nothing remotely close to his lifestyle.

So much for finding a common ground.

There is nothing akin to peace or truce as he called it in this close proximity. In fact, there’s more disturbance in my heart than the waves slapping against the cruise ship.

The most troubling part is: If I fall for Max Waltons, there would be a big shatter. Unless…I have gotten it all wrong.

This book is part of a series. Though the stories are linked, they can be read in any order.