You ran into a handsome, tall man you didn't recognise as you climbed up the deck of your boat. Your older brother, Jackson Avery, had asked to borrow it to take his friends out to sea.

As a firefighter, you were meant to have a guaranteed 24-hour shift, so you let him borrow your home that you'd only bought a week ago upon your return from Chicago. But you'd gotten into a fight with another firefighter and your captain at 19 sent you home.

"Andrew Deluca," the handsome man introduced himself.