I wish I could say it was love at first sight. Everything about the woman standing next to me was complicated, from her designer clothes to her coffee order. I don't do complicated unless it comes with a good time. And then it's only for a night or two, max. I was more than happy to leave the coffee shop, , behind, but neither of us saw what was coming . . . I wish I could say I remember him. The same stranger who saved me steps in again when I have nowhere to go and no memory of who I am. He's broody and rigid, but I see a different side of this gorgeous man and start to realize I'm not the only one who needs saving. Falling for him wasn't in my plans, but as I search for answers to my past, I realize that I don't worry about getting my memory back. My fear is losing my life twice.