Seven years ago, I told Lucas Starling no . Probably a first for him.
I thought I was free of him messing with my head, with my life.
Now Lucas has me in his sights again.
He’s older. He’s grown into his looks... and his charm.
And Lucas still plays just as hard as he used to. When he’s done with a toy, he doesn’t care if he drops it hard enough to break.
But this time, I’m ready for him. I’ll say no again, as many times as it takes.
And if that’s not enough? I have a plan to protect myself. I can play hard, too.
But my plan never accounted for breaking my own heart.