Lonely Hearts. Hearts of Savannah, #2

I'm supposed to be here on my honeymoon. Instead, I'm alone. Heartbroken. Dumped weeks ago by a man who didn't have the guts to end it before the invitations go out. The trip was nonrefundable-so I come anyway, hoping a little sun might fix what he broke. What I don't expect is the very public breakdown I have at the check-in counter. Or the man who witnesses it. Geoff. He works for the resort-flirty, frustratingly gorgeous, and entirely too confident.
He offers me his private cottage without blinking. I probably should ask more questions. but I'm tired, angry, and completely wrecked. Geoff is trouble. I see that from the start. But he made me laugh when I didn't think I could. Then he collapses. No warning. No time to think. Just him, on the floor, struggling to breathe. Good thing I'm a paramedic.