I am tired of living like this. Tired of hidding in my condo behind a one-way mirror, never showing anyone my scarred face. Three years ago I was attacked and left for dead in a burning building. Betrayed by a fellow SEAL brother. Not wanting to see the look of pity from anyone, including my brothers, I keep myself locked away in my home office, never communicationing face to face. Wanting to be left alone. One day my brother sends Avery to my condo to be my assistant. We both feel an instant connection. The need to be with her is overwhelming, but the need to hide my face from her is stronger, until I come up with the perfect plan to fulfill both needs.