"You hit me." His smirk only deepened. "Did I?" "Maybe you were in my way." "You're insufferable." "And you're a liar." Zara Reid has one rule she swears by: don't unpack because the next town is always coming. Five cities in one year, four schools, and more fake smiles than she can count. WhiteDorchester was only supposed to be the next pit stop. She had no intention of staying. She certainly had no intention of meeting him. Kane Ashford is the kind of trouble that wears thousand-dollar cologne and walks into a room like he already owns everyone in it. Hockey captain. Campus god. The son of one of Hollywood's biggest names and deeply, deliberately untouchable. The night his Aston Martin nearly hits a five-year-old in the street and Zara lets her aunt pin the blame on him, he doesn't explode. He doesn't argue. He despises reporters. She despises hockey. His mother has secrets that connect to Zara's aunt in ways neither of them can explain yet. And somewhere between stolen glances in crowded hallways, arguments in empty arenas, and a truth that keeps threatening to surface Zara starts to wonder whether the biggest lie she's ever told wasn't to a police officer on a snowy street. It was telling herself she felt nothing. Some collisions can't be walked away from. Some liars fall hardest.