Nothing good comes after the third date.

Nothing good comes after the third date.

That's my rule—three nights of fun, no strings attached, and I'm out before things get complicated. Simple. Safe. Foolproof.

Then I meet Bodie.

He's steady where I'm reckless, sweet where I'm shameless, and infuriatingly good at making me want more. He laughs when I shock him, steadies me when I spin out, and kisses me like he's starving. He's the good guy. I'm the chaos. We're opposites in every way, but somehow, we make perfect sense.

But when someone from my past rolls back into town and threatens everything I'm too scared to admit I want, I have to decide: keep running, or fight for the one man who's ever wanted me exactly as I am.

If I choose wrong, it won't just be messy.

It'll be the kind of disaster my heart won't survive.