"But why are you here?" he pursued. "Mr Boyd," she started. "Ethan," he interjected. She chanced a confused glance at him. "Call me Ethan. After all, we're gonna be housemates for a month." He then put on a cheeky smile. She nodded agreeably. "Okay, Ethan," she emphasized. "I forgot another rule. No asking after my personal life."' *w*w*w* Skylar Smith was not what he expected for a cabin owner when he booked a cabin in New Zealand on a spontaneous streak. He didn't know what he expected but this woman definitely was not it. First off, Skylar was friendly and nice. She was kind. She was beautiful. She had a dog with a weird name. She worked at a bookstore even when she was loaded. She owned a cabin with high price rates. She didn't know who he was despite the fact that he has had his face splashed across TIME, Forbes, Vanity Fair and a dozen of tabloid front pages. She was also the most secretive human being Ethan Boyd had ever come across in his life. Ethan, with nothing better to do, decided to play a game of fact trading with her. They would each tell a fact per day. And as he got to know her more and more each day, he found himself magnetized by her and falling for her. And that couldn't be good, because he was bound to leave sooner or later, which meant it could only end with one of them heartbroken.