I’m never lucky. As a foster kid I bounced from home to home. My tattoo parlor is my only safe space. My days are spent making art and my nights are lonely, even when I’m not alone. Then I meet him. Bailey Marks. The man who won’t stop talking and making me laugh. Making me want to see him again and again. But I don’t belong in his suit-and-tie world. I’m never lucky. I lost my father, and my so-called mother sees me as a bank account. I spend my time bailing my sister out of trouble, but she’s all I’ve got. Except my law practice, which is the only thing that’s totally mine. I tell too many jokes to hide how lonely I am, and I have way too many one-night stands. I just want someone to love. Then I meet him. Keston Harris. The gorgeous loner who’s closed off his emotions, with walls higher than the Empire State building. One kiss from him, and I’m a goner. We’re two lonely hearts, unlucky in life and love, failed by people who should’ve been there for us. What we do know is, the world feels better when we’re together, and life seems easier now that we have each other. Trust issues? We’ve got a million of them. Yet we keep turning to each other when life gets tough. But it’s nothing serious. Maybe if we say it often enough, we’ll believe it. And maybe…just maybe, we’ll finally be one of the lucky ones.