I, Elle Evans, am on the run. Not from the fuzzâalthough that would be more exciting. No, Iâm on the run from the four-year-old private tape that, thanks to my vengeful ex, has probably already ruined my vlogging career.
Thereâs nothing like the entire world knowing what you look like mid-O. Creek Keys, Florida, is a million miles away from NYC, and itâs the perfect place for me to hide for the rest of summer until I can figure out what Iâm going to do. Which is something thatâs easier said than done since my new landlordâs daughter thinks Iâm Godâs greatest gift. Even better? Their beach house is right next to the one Iâm renting, so thereâs no getting away from herâor her hot British dad. Who most definitely does not think Iâm role model material. And he might be right.
The problem is that neither of us can say no to her. Or to each other.