I used to have what everyone dreams of. Big house. Nice car. A boyfriend who promised me forever. But the dream wasn't real. And I was left with nothing. Now I'm trying to start over—make a new life. I know better than to trust anyone again, especially a man. So when Miles asked me out, I turned him down. When he tried to help me, I wouldn't accept it. Accepting help from a guy is how I lost my dream the first time. Besides, Miles and I don't make sense. He's a lawyer and I'm living in an alley, trying to get my life back. But I really like Miles. He's kind, funny, and incredibly handsome. Seeing him is the best part of my day. The only time I truly feel happy. If only I could believe this was real. The memories are still there, haunting me. I want to be with Miles, but what if history repeats itself? What if he's too good to be true?