My next giant mistake has a name. Brendon Humes. Horrible life decisionsfalling for an almost one-night stand. Brendon freaking Humes. M&A mogul. Tortured billionaire. A hunk with glasses and dimples. Clark Kent as Superman. Dazzling silver eyes. Im wound too tight. Hes just what I need to take the edge off. Theres just enough alcohol in my system to make this seem like a good idea. Then he bails. Before we even leave the bar. I dont expect to see him again. But when I do well, lets just say the offer still stands. Its just physical. No strings. No feelings. No falling in love. But Brendons a rule breaker and Im a glutton for punishment. Theres no way this works. Believing there can be more is all kinds of wrong. Then Brendon slides his hands over my shoulder and presses his hard lips to mine. And all that wrong starts feeling right. I forget our rules. I forget Im the lost, wounded woman who doesnt deserve love. I kiss him back like Ill never get enough. I wont. But I cant risk losing my heart. Even if Ive finally stumbled on the man wholl take precious care of it.