I own my own dance studio, have a thriving competitive ballroom dance career, and am married to a successful financier. Life should be good, but I also have a stalker, and I’m divorcing my cold, ruthless husband. The day I walk out of my Bel Air mansion, leaving only divorce papers behind, my stalker ups his game. With no resources, thanks to an iron-clad prenup, I have no one to turn to but an aloof and irreverent friend of a friend. Cannon dresses like he shops in a dirty laundry pile. He acts like he doesn’t have time for my frivolous career. And he looks at me like he can’t believe someone hasn’t knocked me off my high horse already. But it’s not long before I realize Cannon isn’t all he seems. Just like he sees right through my polish to the insecure, naive girl inside, I see him. He’s intense, he’s restrained, and he has something to hide. Those secrets might not just end what’s growing between us…they might get us killed.