Pride and progress are the only things I’ve worried about since graduating medical school. Pride in the work that I’m doing, and the progress we are making a difference in the world. Risks are not part of the equation in my line of work, when I take risks people end up dead. I’ve taken so few risks in my life up to this point that when Callahan Reid shows up on my doorstep with an ultimatum, I take the risk and plan for the outcome. I know the side effect of this deal is heartbreak but what if forcing him to face his feelings is the cure? What if the boy I had a crush on in high school could end up being the man who forces me to risk it all?

Intuition, noun; a thing that one knows or considers likely from instinctive feeling rather than conscious reasoning. Instincts are fickle, the world will tell you to trust your gut and go with whatever it tells you. Jaxson Reid has been following his instincts in the stock market for a decade, and he’s made millions off his keen intuition, but when one of the companies he’s invested in goes belly up, instincts are no longer an issue. The Federal Government calls what he did insider trading, but he calls it a hunch. We started as friends and after a week long fling in Mexico, I start to question my morals and the oath I’ve taken as a lawyer. As the top defense attorney in the state, I’ve defended some of the most heinous murderers of the last decade. So why should a green eyed man who makes my knees weak be the reason I’m questioning my morals. Do I follow my instincts or will my heart overrule it all?

Imposter; one that assumes false identity or title for the purpose of deception. I knew from the get go that I should have told him the truth. There were no consequences to him knowing what I did for a living but the more we talked and the closer we became the truth became its own monster, lurking behind me waiting to ruin everything we’ve built. When Braysen moved into the penthouse in the building across from me I thought that it would make me feel safer, more looked after, but the way that he watches me makes me feel anything but safe. I feel like a mouse trapped between the waiting jaws of the cat and the trap that was carefully set up for me. No matter which way I move I'm bound to get caught. What happens if I’m not the only one wearing a mask in the wicked games we’re playing? What happens if the real imposter isn’t the one staring back at me in the mirror?