My ex-wife is the only one that can save me. Guess I shouldn't have eaten her favorite Girl Scout cookies . . .



You know you've still got it bad when you haven't taken the wedding ring off a year after the divorce. Andy has always been the only one for me. The brawn to my brains. The hot fudge to my vanilla ice cream. The . . . well you get the idea.



But this isn't the reunion I would've hoped for. With feral Orcs and a psychopath bent on world domination hunting us, it doesn't exactly leave a lot of time to show her how 'great' I'm doing without her. Or to ask her why she left me without an explanation.



Between the fights about who actually left socks all over the apartment (totally her) and who was the biggest workaholic (maybe a tie), we start to realize that the past isn't going to stay buried. All it takes is one illicit moment on the back of a motorcycle for us to reignite the passion that used to burn so hot between us.



Returning to a love that broke both our hearts isn't going to help us survive. In fact it might just kill us. Problem is, we were never good at resisting one another.



Contains mature themes.