It had been a long couple of days ever since you came back to San Diego. After you thought you were leaving the barren town for good, the woman who practically raised you, Penny, invited you back for a week—she never took 'no' for an answer.

Because of that, you found yourself helping around the bar she owned, the Hard Deck. Penny had mentioned something about a full bar, but you hadn't expected it to be this full. Nearing the evening, the Hard Deck was flooded with an ocean of khaki uniforms. You stood behind the counter, people watching, until an all-too-familiar whistle came in from your left holding a pool stick.

"And here I thought the dead couldn't come back to life." Shit.

Before you stood Jake Seresin, and god, did you have a history with him. You'd go as far as to say he was one of the reasons why you left; but now he's here—and so are you—with his stupid hair, cocky grin, and sparkling personality all wrapped in a single khaki uniform.

"I'm not here to talk about the past, just here to ruin your night." He looked at you with that signature smirk. What an idiot.