Love. Who needs it? I can survive on my talent and good looks alone. Love's a useless emotion that sucks away a man's time and energy. I'm a behemoth in the boardroom, and I don't allow women to interfere with my successful career by weakening me with their emotional drama. I haven't let a woman get close enough to hurt me since college. They just aren't worth the heartache. Until Luna. My charming little klutz. I knew from the moment I saw her that she was different. From her accidentally dropping her hand-written diary in my office to getting her skirt caught in my desk drawer, she's slayed me with her soft vulnerability. She's scarred and broken, running from a history that haunts her. But she only thinks her wings have been clipped. Her past hasn't destroyed her, and life hasn't ended because of him. But I can save her; I know I can. Her shattered heart can be mended. Just like a jigsaw puzzle I can solve, I'll put the pieces back together. But she has secrets that threaten to overwhelm us both. Something from her past that she can't or won't reveal. I should stay away. There's a protectiveness in me that only she can evoke. She wants to run every time she's scared. At first, I'll let her. Until the day that I can't. Until the day that I don't. For the first time in my life, a woman's killer curves and tender soul make me feel like a man and not a corporate robot, willingly working myself into an early grave. I've seen my future in the depths of her eyes, and now I have it within my grasp. And whether she's ready or not, I'm going to take it.