Faith: I used to be a good girl—believe it or not. Used to bend over backwards to make my parents proud. Did whatever I could to please my ex. It was all for nothing—because I've hit rock bottom. Maybe even below rock bottom. The only way to get away from everyone and everything is to get the hell out of dodge—so that's what I do. I start over someplace new, someplace big—a needle in a haystack. A new life in New York requires money, so I walk into the first bar I see and ask for a job. Adam owns the place. Six-foot-something, with sleeves of tattoos and a panty-dropping smile, he’s what I’d call a hunk. In a different time, I would have done anything to make him mine. But that was then…and this is now. He agrees to give me a job, but that look in his eyes tells me he wants to give me more than that. Too bad I’m done with men. I don’t need another man to break me. I need a man to fix me—and this guy is a bad fix. Adam: I hire Faith and stare at her every chance I get. Drop-dead gorgeous but dead behind the eyes. Interesting mix. I can feel the spark between us like a lightning strike, but she pretends it’s not there. My charm and smile wins over every woman I’ve ever wanted—but not this one. They say people put up walls. Well…Faith puts up skyscrapers. I could save myself time and hassle and move onto someone else…but I don’t want to. Then I realize the truth—she’s scared. Scared that I’ll hurt her. Like all men, I’ve done things I’m not proud of. Said things I shouldn’t have. But I would never do those things to her. Not when I can see she's already been broken into a million pieces. Not when she's skittish at the slightest touch. Not when she's taken every single measure to be invisible, like shave her head, hide her curves under baggy clothes, do everything she possibly can to hide how utterly beautiful she is. I'd have to be blind not to see it. I want to fix her. I want to bring life back to her eyes. A smile to her lips. But how do I convince her to let me?