Accidental Tryst
One swapped phone. One commitment-phobe in a suit. One hot-mess hippie chick. What could possibly go wrong?
Meet Trystan Montgomery. Suit monkey, commitment-phobic serial dater. No more than three dates, unless he hasn't … you know.
She Stole His Phone. He Wants It Back.
Emmy: What a disaster! I only just made my flight to New York to help my uncle, and the phone I’m holding is not mine! It seems to belong to some commitment-phobic serial dater who’s never made it past four dates … and now I have to convince him not to replace it for a few days, because my whole life is on that phone.
Trystan: This is a joke, right? My life could not get more f*cked up. I’m in the middle of selling my company and on my way to a funeral, and that hot-mess hippie chick stole my freaking phone. She wants me to wait? She has no idea who she’s dealing with.
Two strangers. One accidental phone swap. And a slow-burn, long-distance, texts-turned-something-more chemistry that neither of them saw coming.
He needs his phone back.
She's not giving it up.
Neither of them planned on wanting the other.