True love. Soul mates. Your better half. Those are things that aren't in the cards for me. I thought I had all those things years ago, but when he turned out to be nothing but a selfish jerk who cared only for himself, I promised myself I would never let myself go down that road again. Until I met Jack Harding. After casually dating him in college, I ended things when I felt both of us slipping too deep into a relationship I didn't trust either of us to have. We went our separate ways for six years, and I thought I moved on. I thought I was over him and whatever tremulous relationship we had all those years ago. I don't want a relationship, not since the guy who broke my heart all those years ago, and certainly not since the very first man in my life who taught me that men always leave. All it takes is one late night message to thrust Jack and I right back where we were in college. But this time things are different. Jack has grown and changed and gone from the hot boy I knew then to the sexy man that I worry will steal my heart. My heart is even harder than it was when we were together so long ago, and now I know exactly what I want. And what I don't want. What I want is Jack-his body, his bed-what I don't want is his heart, his kindness, his passion, his love. We slip right back to where we were, and even though every part of me tries to fight it this time, I start to wonder what would happen if I let him in, if I let myself be open to love. Would both of us be roped in to something that would destroy us both, or would we both find what we've been looking for since the day we met almost a decade ago?
