Destiny is bogus and fate is fake. Everything happens for a reason? Whatever. I gave up on my fairy tale years ago. Don't get me wrong, I'm not settling for less. All my energy gets poured into a job I love rather than dead end relationships. Men aren't even a blip on my radar these days. Who needs them? Except to scratch the occasional itch, I'm not interested in anything they have to offer. If so-called Cupid ever comes knocking on my door, I'll be waiting with my flying pig because happily ever after doesn't exist. I've become a jaded disbeliever and my main reason just sauntered into the bar. Rowen Sworr is the only arrow that pierced my heart, and dammit, he stuck. His random reappearance is a complicated twist from that meddling matchmaker I didn't see coming...