Megyn lives on coffee, chocolate and more than the occasional glass of red wine. When she's not busy playing with the people who live inside her head, she'a raising her 4 children under the relentless Arizona sun and praying for a rainy day.
I kissed Patrick the night we met and he couldn’t have made it clearer—he isn’t into me. Not like that. He’s funny, sweet and holy-shit-hot—entirely too good for a girl like me. He’s perfect and I’m... not.
So, we’re friends.
It’s my friend, Tess, who points out that Patrick may be perfect, but he’s still a man. That if I push hard enough, I can make him want me.
I know she’s wrong because I’ve been shot down by Patrick before and I have no desire to subject myself to it again... but what if she’s right?
What if all Patrick needs is a little push?
I'm a simple creature.
I drink. I f*ck. I fight.
If you're looking to do any of those things, I'm down. But I never do the same woman twice so if you're looking for something a little more long term than the time it takes us to both get off then don't blame me when you get hurt because you've been warned.
I'm not a return to the scene of the crime kind of guy.
I like my life. I like my freedom. At least I did. But that was before she came back into my life and ruined it all.
As much as I want to blame her though, I can't. Because the simple life I've built myself, really isn't simple at all. It's a fortress I've constructed to keep her out. To keep her away because Henley O'Connell is dangerous to me in ways I can't even begin to describe.