People say time heals all wounds. People lie.

The biggest liar of all? My brother's best friend, Zack. Because my twin Adrian is dead and that's a wound I'll never get over.

Plunged into darkness, I'm dealing the best I can. I've come to rely on alcohol to numb my pain and sex of the random variety to make me feel something. Anything.

But when I literally run into Zack on Boathouse Row in Philadelphia, he takes matters into his own hands. He inserts himself directly into my life and offers a new coping strategy: himself.

I'm not prepared for his friendship, brimming with concern and thoughtfulness. It seems like everyone around me is moving on from Adrian and I'm the only one stuck. But Zack understands, he sees me, he cares.

Soon, an attraction I can't deny erupts into a desire I'm desperate to act on.

But I can't fall for my brother's best friend. Especially not after I learn the truth about Adrian's death.