My life is crazy. But organized. There are lists. There are calendars. Yes, plural. And there are a hundred Post-it notes lining the walls of my office. But there is order to all of it. There is method to the madness. I know exactly where everything is, what I need to do, and precisely how to do it. My family business has an image we have to convey and it's my responsibility as the marketing director to bring it to fruition. Oh, and I, Lucas Montana, also look damn good in a suit. Then there’s Regan. (Insert eye roll.) She’s crazy in its purest form. Her clothes make her look like a cross between Stevie Nicks and, I don’t know… Bat Girl? She's eccentric. And don’t even get me started on the way she runs her business. We’re complete opposites in every way. So then why, after one reckless night with her, do I feel her particular form of crazy might just be the very thing that’s been missing in my life, not to mention it could be the cure for the affliction that had me leaving four women at the altar. But then, as life tends to do… a curveball comes our way. And even the crazy spins out of control.