Liberty Wilson deserves a few minor indulgences. Her sister Bianca--also her roommate--is a catty bitch, constantly reminding her she hasn't had a decent relationship in months, and judging by her reflection in the mirror, she ought to spend more time at the gym and less time staring at the mysterious ex-soldier, Sergeant Jefferson Muldoon, performing his morning ritual across the street. But it's Liberty's birthday, the fourth of July, and she's in the mood for a few fireworks. There's no air-conditioning at Thirty-two Sprucewood Lane, and it's nearing triple digits. Yet the heat index is no match for what happens when she enters the patriot's lair. Libby and Jefferson light an unrelenting fire, making this a birthday she'll never forget. Who needs to declare independence when coupling is this hot?