"Hi. My name is Sadie and I was the victim of an attempted robbery at gunpoint three weeks ago." Those were the first words I spoke to my therapist last year and now I can say after my freshman year of college, I've finally broken free of my therapy sessions. The wound on my face has healed and the scar is fading a little more every day. Now if I can just get the scars on my heart to heal that quickly, I'll be golden.But that's looking pretty tricky since the boy who put those scars there is standing just feet away from me under the blistering North Carolina sun. Apparently, we'll be spending the entire summer lifeguarding together at the country club pool.A year ago, I was carefree-I was in love and I didn't have a worry in the world, except for Rowen.But now, I'm a little older and a lot smarter. I know how to guard my heart. I know how to keep Rowen out. Except. . .he never really left. And I am quickly learning that my mind and heart are at a crossroads. Maybe I don't know how to guard my heart after all. And maybe I don't quite know everything I thought I did. . . ***Recommended for ages 17+ due to language and sexual situations.***