Another day, another lay - if I play my cards right tonight. Who needs a relationship when you get texts like this: "Are you "up" for a hot crazy night inside me tonight?" Am I a superficial bastard who can't commit to a woman past next Tuesday? Absolutely. Without warning, I’m rendered helpless when I knock the undiscovered enthralling Grace off her feet. She’s untouchably divine. She’s innocent. I must have her. And I’ve got her, until her half naked beautiful ass runs into my roommate Patrick. Her chiropractor Dr. Patrick. The man who thinks he’s in love with her. If I think keeping my rampant sexual thoughts for Grace in check is going to be easy, I’m sorely mistaken. Keeping her from Patrick, may be impossible. How far am I willing to go to win her heart? To claim the one woman who can change my devilish ways, and make me an honest man? As far as it takes.

Grace broke my heart without knowing. Annabelle suffered excruciating pain and loss. How can two broken people learn to find love again? I’ve settled into small town daily life without Grace, and him. I see her once in a while, offering a friendly smile. My heart still hurts. My favorite days of the week are treating veterans at the Army Rehab Center. Their cantankerous spirits challenge me with every adjustment. They love the new guy, Sergeant Hayes. He’s a trustworthy man who commands instant respect. I have to admit I’m envious. Then Private Camden drops me a blessing, the captivating, compassionate Annabelle. We’re instantly friends. I crave to be so much more. When Annabelle’s deep emotional connection to Sergeant Hayes is suddenly revealed, everyone in the room is stunned. Only God could have orchestrated this synchronistic meeting. I’m crying tears of joy on the inside. Maybe now she’s ready for a second chance at love. We’re moving forward until past wounds resurface and threaten to break us down. I thought I was over Grace, until the jerk Maverick proposes to her right in front of my face. And poor Annabelle. Reminders of Jonathan are everywhere she turns. How can I compete with her late husband? He’ll always be her late husband. I need a pep talk, slap across the face, and swift kick in the ass to fight for this tender soul. And I don’t just want her right now. I want her forever. If Annabelle and I can reopen our vulnerable hearts and minds, and release lingering past grief, we might just be catapulted back into love. With each other.