I don’t do boyfriends. Or dating. Or random hookups. Not when fictional men do it so much better, and not when my heart has been through the ringer. So when retired MMA fighter Matt Haywood crashes into my life, I’m not impressed. Quite the opposite actually. I avoid him at all costs. At least, I try. His persistence wears me down and it’s me who ends up wandering into his gym looking for more. I have to admit he’s nothing like I assumed. He’s witty and smart. His physical condition could win awards. Problem is, somewhere between rolling around on the mats together, I let down my guard. I thought I was over relationships. That I’d never risk my heart again. But he’s out to prove it’s never too late for a comeback.