I had the perfect life until tragedy struck, turning my world upside down.

Now I'm focused on picking up the pieces and starting over.

Easier said than done, right?

The last thing I needed was the lingering stare from the sexy-as-sin homicide detective. And those soft touches, making me feel things I wasn't ready for.

I tried to keep things casual, but lines started to blur, and instead of pushing him away, I found myself pulling him closer.

I wanted to pretend that his kisses weren't bringing me back to life. I tried to hide the smile that would break out whenever he entered a room.

I convinced myself that nothing was happening because he was the type of man a woman like me tried to avoid.... sexy, charming, and way too confident for his own good.

Losing my first love almost destroyed me. I wouldn't survive it a second time.

So, when the unexpected happened, and our relationship was put to the test, I found my newly built life hanging in the balance.

And it might just turn out to be more complicated than I can handle.

Perhaps I should have listened to that little voice in my head after all.

He told me I could have whatever I want, but why does the one I want have to be the one I can't have?