She woke up married to a billionaire. Now she has to remember why. Peyton Adair is seventeen, stubborn, and the last thing she remembers is Cape Heron's bonfire, sand under her feet, a voice too close in the dark. Then she wakes up in a luxury penthouse with stitches on her forehead, bruised ribs that make breathing hurt, and a simple gold band on her left hand. Her husband is Jamison Kade. Nineteen, tabloid famous, billionaire heir. The kind of reckless rich boy the world loves to hate, and the kind her best friend Rain swears is nothing but trouble. Peyton doesn't remember meeting him. She doesn't remember the hospital. She doesn't remember signing anything, but the paperwork is real.