Rule number one: Stop staring at my sexy new neighbor. I couldn’t help it. When someone looked as good as she did, it was hard not to stare. Rule number two: Do not sleep with my new sexy neighbor. What can I say? Self-control wasn’t one of my strongest suits. Rule number three: Do not, under any circumstances, fall for my new sexy neighbor. I tried. Emilia Gallo was damaged. A woman with a heart shattered into a million tiny pieces. She moved to Venice Beach to start a new life. A life where her career came first, and men were off-limits. But the sexual chemistry between us was undeniable. I knew it, and she knew it. It happened—more than once. Now, I found myself in a complicated situation. Was I ready to fight this war? Was I brave enough to go down the rigid road I swore I never would?