I quit my job. The one at the high-powered law firm I’ve been working toward my entire life. It sounds bad, but I'm not losing it. I never lose it. However, now that I’ve gone out on my own, my first client turns out to be the infamous Drew Larson. A man I should be afraid of. A man any woman should be afraid of. But I’m not. What does that say about me? Then I see the pictures and I can't turn away. The eyes called out to me, pulled at my insides, nearly turned me inside out. And I agree to marry him so he can get what’s his. It’s a means to an end for both of us, except I’m afraid that it’s more for me. Maybe too much for me. Because the neglected child I buried deep inside me calls out to the deeply wounded child in him. But he's not that child anymore. He's a flesh and blood man and I ache for him, as crazy as that sounds. This situation can’t be good for either one of us. What could we possibly have to give one another? Yet, all I want is for him to lose control again and touch me like he did that night in the car before the police dragged him off me. My breath catches in my chest every time I think of the secret I'm keeping from him. Will it make things better? Or will bad Drew return with a vengeance? I am not turning into my mother. I won’t let anyone do that to me. Because I never lose it.